Friendship Is The Perfection Of Love, And

From Sixteen To Twenty, All Women, Kept In Humor By Their Hopes And By Their Attractions, Appear To Be Good-natured.

We Have Nothing To Do, But To Choose What Is Right, To Be Steady In The Pursuit Of It, And Leave The Issue To Providence.

What We Look Upon As Our Greatest Unhappiness In A Difficulty We Are Involved In, May Possibly Be The Evil Hastening To Its Crisis, And Happy Days May Ensue.

The Wife Of A Self-admirer Must Expect A Very Cold And Negligent Husband.

The World, The Wise World, That Never Is Wrong Itself, Judges Always By Events. And If He Should Use Me Ill, Then I Shall Be Blamed For Trusting Him: If Well, O Then I Did Right, To Be Sure!--but How Would My Censurers Act In My Case, Before The Event Justifies Or Condemns The Action, Is The Question.