Love Is Not A Volunteer Thing.

The Pleasures Of The Mighty Are Obtained By The Tears Of The Poor.

All Our Pursuits, From Childhood To Manhood, Are Only Trifles Of Different Sorts And Sizes, Proportioned To Our Years And Views.

To Be A Clergyman, And All That Is Compassionate And Virtuous, Ought To Be The Same Thing.

The Coyest Maids Make The Fondest Wives.

All Human Excellence Is But Comparative — There Are Persons Who Excel Us, As Much As We Fancy We Excel The Meanest.