We Pick Our Own Sorrows Out Of

Some Are So Uncharitable As To Think All Women Bad, And Others Are So Credulous As To Believe They Are All Good. All Will Grant Her Corporeal Frame More Wonderful And More Beautiful Than Man's. And Can We Think God Would Put A Worse Soul Into A Better Body?

A Combed Writing Will Cost Both Sweat And The Rubbing Of The Brain. And Combed I Wish It, Not Frizzled Or Curled.

It Is Much Safer To Reconcile An Enemy Than To Conquer Him; Victory May Deprive Him Of His Poison, But Reconciliation Of His Will.

Virtue Were A Kind Of Misery If Fame Were All The Garland That Crowned Her.

That Man Is But Of The Lower Part Of The World That Is Not Brought Up To Business And Affairs.