When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly, And

If The Soul Be Happily Disposed, Every Thing Becomes Capable Of Affording Entertainment, And Distress Will Almost Want A Name.

Them That Asks No Questions Isn't Told A Lie.

I Find You Want Me To Furnish You With Argument And Intellects Too. No, Sir, These, I Protest You, Are Too Hard For Me.

A French Woman Is A Perfect Architect In Dress: She Never, With Gothic Ignorance, Mixes The Orders; She Never Tricks Out A Snobby Doric Shape With Corinthian Finery; Or, To Speak Without Metaphor, She Conforms To General Fashion Only When It Happens Not To Be Repugnant To Private Beauty.

It Has Been Remarked That Almost Every Character Which Has Excited Either Attention Or Pity Has Owed Part Of Its Success To Merit, And Part To A Happy Concurrence Of Circumstances In Its Favor. Had Caesar Or Cromwell Exchanged Countries, The One Might Have Been A Sergeant And The Other An Exciseman.