The Worst Crimes; Are The Crimes Of

Selfishness Must Always Be Forgiven You Know, Because There Is No Hope Of A Cure.

Her Eye Fell Everywhere On Lawns And Plantations Of The Freshest Green; And The Trees, Though Not Fully Clothed, Were In That Delightful State When Farther Beauty Is Known To Be At Hand, And When, While Much Is Actually Given To The Sight, More Yet Remains For The Imagination.

Vanity Working On A Weak Head, Produces Every Sort Of Mischief.

I Leave It To Be Settled, By Whomsoever It May Concern, Whether The Tendency Of This Work Be Altogether To Recommend Parental Tyranny, Or Reward Filial Disobedience.

For What Do We Live, But To Make Sport For Our Neighbors And Laugh At Them In Our Turn?