The End Of Religion Is

You Need Not Fear Me, For I Not Only Should Think It Wrong To Marry A Man That Was Deficient In Sense Or In Principle, But I Should Never Be Tempted To Do It; For I Could Not Like Him, If He Were Ever So Handsome, And Ever So Charming, In Other Respects; I Should Hate Him—despise Him—pity Him—anything But Love Him. My Affections Not Only Ought To Be Founded On Approbation, But They Will And Must Be So: For, Without Approving, I Cannot Love. It Is Needless To Say, I Ought To Be Able To Respect And Honour The Man I Marry, As Well As Love Him, For I Cannot Love Him Without.

Keep Both Heart And Hand In Your Own Possession, Till You See Good Reason To Part With Them.

There Is Always A But In This Imperfect World.

The Brightest Attractions To The Lover Too Often Prove The Husband's Greatest Torments

No One Can Be Happy In Eternal Solitude.