He Who Finds He Has Wasted A

A Corrupt Practice May Be Abolished, But A Soiled Imagination Is Not Easily Cleansed.

O Jealousy, Thou Ugliest Fiend Of Hell! Thy Deadly Venom Preys On My Vitals, Turns The Healthful Hue Of My Flesh Check To Haggard Sallowness, And Drinks My Spirit Up!

To Hint At A Fault Does More Mischief Than Speaking Out; For Whatever Is Left For The Imagination To Finish Will Not Fail To Be Overdone.

... It Is A Most Severe Trial For Those Women To Be Called To Lay Down Beauty, Who Have Nothing Else To Take Up. It Is For This Sober Season Of Life That Education Should Lay Up Its Rich Resources.

We Do Not So Much Want Books For Good People, As Books Which Will Make Bad Ones Better.