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It Is 11 Years Since I Have Seen My Figure In A Glass [mirror]. The Last Reflection I Saw There Was So Disagreeable I Resolved To Spare Myself Such Mortification In The Future.

The Screech-owl, With Ill-boding Cry, Portends Strange Things, Old Women Say; Stops Every Fool That Passes By, And Frights The School-boy From His Play.

My Chief Study All My Life Has Been To Lighten Misfortunes And Multiply Pleasures, As Far As Human Nature Can.

Writers Of Novels And Romance In General Bring A Double Loss To Their Readers; Robbing Them Of Their Time And Money; Representing Men, Manners, And Things, That Never Have Been, Or Are Likely To Be.

The Ultimate End Of Your Education Was To Make You A Good Wife.