There Was One Species Of

A Woman's Whole Life Is A History Of The Affections.

Poetry Had Breathed Over And Sanctified The Land.

Every Desire Bears Its Death In Its Very Gratification. Curiosity Languishes Under Repeated Stimulants, And Novelties Cease To Excite And Surprise, Until At Length We Cannot Wonder Even At A Miracle.

Little Minds Are Tamed And Subdued By Misfortune; But Great Minds Rise Above Them.

Other Men Are Known To Posterity Only Through The Medium Of History, Which Is Continually Growing Faint And Obscure; But The Intercourse Between The Author And His Fellow-men Is Ever New, Active, And Immediate.