But Authors Before They Write

There Si Nothing Upon The Face Of The Earth So Insipid As A Medium. Give Me Love Or Hate! A Friend That Will Go To Jail For Me, Or An Enemy That Will Run Me Through The Body!

To A Heart Formed For Friendship And Affection The Charms Of Solitude Are Very Short-lived.

Don't Be Angry With The Gentleman For Thinking, Whatever Be The Cause, For I Assure You He Makes No Common Practice Of Offending In That Way.

... It's Vastly More Irksome To Give Up One's Own Way, Than To Hear A Few Impertinent Remarks.

For My Part, I Confess I Seldom Listen To The Players: One Has So Much To Do, In Looking About And Finding Out One's Acquaintance, That, Really, One Has No Time To Mind The Stage. One Merely Comes To Meet One's Friends, And Show That One's Alive.