True Love, Like The Eye,

Him, Who Incessantly Laughs In The Street, You May Commonly Hear Grumbling In His Closet.

The Conscience Is More Wise Than Science.

In The Society Of Ladies, Want Of Sense Is Not So Unpardonable As Want Of Manners.

Nothing Is So Pregnant As Cruelty; So Multifarious, So Rapid, So Ever Teeming A Mother Is Unknown To The Animal Kingdom; Each Of Her Experiments Provokes Another And Refines Upon The Last; Though Always Progressive, Yet Always Remote From The End.

As A Man's Salutations, So Is The Total Of His Character; In Nothing Do We Lay Ourselves So Open As In Our Manner Of Meeting And Salutation.