The Words Of Kindness Are More Healing

But In All Things Whether We Shall Make Only A Due Use Of The Liberties We Have Asked, Is Left Entirely To The Judicious Reader To Decide.

Tis This Desire Of Bending All Things To Our Own Purposes Which Turns Them Into Confusion And Is The Chief Source Of Every Error In Our Lives.

On The Wings Of Fancy, Gentle Readers, Bear Yourselves Into The Mid-air, Where By Imagination You May Form A Large Stupendous Castle.

I Believe No Gentleman Would Like To Have His Family Affairs Neglected Because His Wife Was Filling Her Head With Crotchets And Pothooks, And Who, Because She Understood A Few Scraps Of Latin, Valued That More Than Minding Her Needle Or Providing Her Husband's Dinner.

What I Mean By Love ... Is This. A Sympathetic Liking--excited By Fancy, Directed By Judgment--and To Which Is Joined Also A Most Sincere Desire Of The Good And Happiness Of Its Object.