I Cannot Think Well Of A Man

The World May Know My Words, But It Has No Such Privileges With My Heart

What Is Right To Be Done Cannot Be Done Too Soon.

The Younger Brother Must Help To Pay For The Pleasures Of The Elder.

Far Be It From Me, My Dear Sister, To Depreciate Such Pleasures. They Would Doubtless Be Congenial With The Generality Of Female Minds. But I Confess They Would Have No Charms For Me. I Should Infinitely Prefer A Book.

They Gave Themselves Up Wholly To Their Sorrow, Seeking Increase Of Wretchedness In Every Reflection That Could Afford It, And Resolved Against Ever Admitting Consolation In Future.