Wit Is Often Its Own Worst Enemy.

How Is It That Hope So Powerfully Excites, And Fear So Absolutely Depresses All Our Faculties?

Beauties Are Always Curious About Beauties, And Wits About Wits.

Artificial Manners Vanish The Moment The Natural Passions Are Touched.

When The Mind Is Full Of Any One Subject, That Subject Seems To Recur With Extraordinary Frequency - It Appears To Pursue Or To Meet Us At Every Turn: In Every Conversation That We Hear In Every Book We Open, In Every Newspaper We Take Up, The Reigning Idea Recurs; And Then We Are Surprised, And Exclaim At These Wonderful Coincidences.

We May Make Our Future By The Best Use Of The Present. There Is No Moment Like The Present.