An Aspersion Upon My Parts Of Speech!

Nothing Keeps Me In Such Awe As Perfect Beauty; Now, There Is Something Consoling And Encouraging In Ugliness.

You Write With Ease, To Show Your Breeding, But Easy Writing's Vile Hard Reading.

Madam, A Circulating Library In A Town Is As An Evergreen Tree Of Diabolical Knowledge; It Blossoms Through The Year. And Depend On It That They Who Are So Fond Of Handling The Leaves, Will Long For The Fruit At Last.

Conscience Has No More To Do With Gallantry Than It Has With Politics.

Fame, The Sovereign Deity Of Proud Ambition.