A Page Of My Journal Is Like

My Mind Was, As It Were, Strongly Impregnated With The Johnsonian Ether.

I Have Discovered That We May Be In Some Degree Whatever Character We Choose. Besides, Practice Forms A Man To Anything.

A Woman's Preaching Is Like A Dog's Walking On His Hinter Legs. It Is Not Done Well; But You Are Surprised To See It Done At All.

My Definition Of Man Is, A Cooking Animal. The Beasts Have Memory, Judgement, And All The Faculties And Passions Of Our Mind, In A Certain Degree; But No Beast Is A Cook....man Alone Can Dress A Good Dish; And Every Man Whatever Is More Or Less A Cook, In Seasoning What He Himself Eats.

When We Know Exactly All A Man's Views And How He Comes To Speak And Act So And So, We Lose Any Respect For Him, Though We May Love And Admire Him.