My Dear Son... Remember That You Are

If We Mean To Have Heroes, Statesmen And Philosophers, We Should Have Learned Women.

What Is It That Affectionate Parents Require Of Their Children; For All Their Care, Anxiety, And Toil On Their Accounts? Only That They Would Be Wise And Virtuous, Benevolent And Kind.

The Heart Is Long, Very Long In Receiving The Convictions That Is Forced Upon It By Reason... Affection Still Lingers In The Bosom, Even After Esteem Has Taken Its Flight.

The House Shakes...with The Roar Of The Cannon. No Sleep For Me Tonight.

The Only Chance For Much Intellectual Improvement In The Female Sex, Was To Be Found In The Families Of The Educated Class And In Occasional Intercourse With The Learned.