A Little Of What You

My Bursting Heart Must Find Vent At My Pen.

The Only Chance For Much Intellectual Improvement In The Female Sex, Was To Be Found In The Families Of The Educated Class And In Occasional Intercourse With The Learned.

Let Your Observations And Comparisons Produce In Your Mind An Abhorrence Of Domination And Power, The Parent Of Slavery, Ignorance, And Barbarism, Which Places Man Upon A Level With His Fellow Tenants Of The Woods.

The Heart Is Long, Very Long In Receiving The Convictions That Is Forced Upon It By Reason... Affection Still Lingers In The Bosom, Even After Esteem Has Taken Its Flight.

Its Never To Late To Get Back On Your Feet Though We Wont Live Forever Make Sure You Accomplish What You Were Put Here For