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Ingratitude Never So Thoroughly Pierces The Human Breast As When It Proceeds From Those In Whose Behalf We Have Been Guilty Of Transgressions.

Success Is A Fruit Of Slow Growth.

A Lover, When He Is Admitted To Cards, Ought To Be Solemnly Silent, And Observe The Motions Of His Mistress. He Must Laugh When She Laughs, Sigh When She Sighs. In Short, He Should Be The Shadow Of Her Mind. A Lady, In The Presence Of Her Lover, Should Never Want A Looking-glass; As A Beau, In The Presence Of His Looking-glass, Never Wants A Mistress.

Love: A Word Properly Applied To Our Delight In Particular Kinds Of Food; Sometimes Metaphorically Spoken Of The Favorite Objects Of All Our Appetites.

However Exquisitely Human Nature May Have Been Described By Writers, The True Practical System Can Be Learned Only In The World.