In The Forming Of Female Friendships Beauty

Yes, I Had Two Strings To My Bow; Both Golden Ones, Egad! And Both Cracked.

An Author Ought To Consider Himself, Not As A Gentleman Who Gives A Private Or Eleemosynary Treat, But Rather As One Who Keeps A Public Ordinary, At Which All Persons Are Welcome For Their Money.

A Grave Aspect To A Grave Character Is Of Much More Consequence Than The World Is Generally Aware Of; A Barber May Make You Laugh, But A Surgeon Ought Rather To Make You Cry.

There Are Those Who Never Reason On What They Should Do, But What They Have Done; As If Reason Had Her Eyes Behind, And Could Only See Backwards.

Nothing Can Be So Quick And Sudden As The Operations Of The Mind, Especially When Hope, Or Fear, Or Jealousy, To Which The Other Two Are But Journeymen, Set It To Work.