Oh! Write, Write. Finish It At Once.

I Am Come, Young Ladies, In A Very Moralizing Strain, To Observe That Our Pleasures Of This World Are Always To Be For, And That We Often Purchase Them At A Great Disadvantage, Giving Readi-monied Actual Happiness For A Draft On The Future, That May Not Be Honoured.

Women Are The Only Correspondents To Be Depended On.

He Was The Proudest, Most Disagreeable Man In The World, And Every Body Hoped That He Would Never Come There Again.

Sometimes The Last Person On Earth You Want To Be With Is The One Person You Can't Be Without.

I Could Not Be Happy With A Man Whose Taste Did Not In Every Point Coincide With My Own. He Must Enter In All My Feelings; The Same Books, The Same Music Must Charm Us Both.