Yet If Strict Criticism Should Till Frown

Men Look On Knowledge Which They Learn--or Might Learn--from Others As They Do On The Most Beautiful Structures Which Are Not Their Own: In Outward Objects, They Would Rather Behold Their Own Hogsty Than Their Neighbor's Palace; And In Mental Ones, Would Prefer One Grain Of Knowledge Gained By Their Own Observation To All The Wisdom Of A Thousand Solomons.

Little Miss Is Taught By Her Mamma That She Must Never Speak Before She Is Spoken To. On This She Sits Bridling Up Her Head, Looking From One To The Other, In Hopes Of Being Called To And Addressed By The Name Of Pretty Miss.... But If This Should Not Happen And No One Should Take Any Notice Of Her, She Is Ready To Cry At The Neglect. But Should There Be Another Miss In The Room Caressed And Taken Notice Of Whilst She Is Thus Overlooked, It Will Be Impossible For Her To Contain Her Tears, And Blubbering Is The Word.

Tis This Desire Of Bending All Things To Our Own Purposes Which Turns Them Into Confusion And Is The Chief Source Of Every Error In Our Lives.

Flattery In Courtship Is The Highest Insolence, For Whilst It Pretends To Bestow On You More Than You Deserve, It Is Watching An Opportunity To Take From You What You Really Have.

Agreeable Then To My Present Inclination, I Formed The Object Of My Own Worship, Which Was No Other Than My Own Understanding.