The Winter's Frost Must Rend The Burr

The Country Is Provincial; It Becomes Ridiculous When It Tries To Ape Paris.

Love May Be The Fairest Gem Which Society Has Filched From Nature; But What Is Motherhood Save Nature In Her Most Gladsome Mood? A Smile Has Dried My Tears.

How Sternly We Reproach Virtue For Its Failings, How Indulgent We Are To The Better Qualities Of Vice!

I Prefer Thought To Action, An Idea To A Transaction, Contemplation To Activity.

Necessity Is Often The Spur To Genius.