There Is A Pride, A Self-love, In

A Widow's Refusal Of A Lover Is Seldom So Explicit As To Exclude Hope.

Friendship Is The Perfection Of Love, And Superior To Love; It Is Love Purified, Exalted, Proved By Experience And A Consent Of Minds. Love, Madam, May, And Love Does, Often Stop Short Of Friendship.

Calamity Is The Test Of Integrity.

Those Who Can Least Bear A Jest Upon Themselves, Will Be Most Diverted With One Passed On Others.

Too Liberal Self-accusations Are Generally But So Many Traps For Acquittal With Applause.