In Short I Will Part With Anything

Whatever Is Clearly Expressed Is Well Wrote.

Miserable Is The Fate Of Writers: If They Are Agreeable, They Are Offensive; And If Dull, They Starve.

A Woman, Till Five-and-thirty, Is Only Looked Upon As A Raw Girl, And Can Possibly Make No Noise In The World Till About Forty.

There Is Nothing Can Pay One For That Invaluable Ignorance Which Is The Companion Of Youth, Those Sanguine Groundless Hopes, And That Lively Vanity Which Makes All The Happiness Of Life.

As Marriage Produces Children, So Children Produce Care And Disputes; And Wrangling.