Indeed I had not much wit, yet I was not an idiot - my wit was according to my years.

I think a bad husband is far worse than no husband.

For Pleasure, Delight, Peace and Felicity live in method and temperance.

Prosperity is like perfume, it often makes the head ache.

As for our garments, my Mother did not only delight to see us neat and cleanly, fine and gay, but rich and costly: maintaining us to the heighth of her estate, but not beyond it.

Indeed I had not much wit, yet I was not an idiot - my wit was according to my years.

First, they were bred when I was not capable to observe or before I was born; likewise the breeding of men is of a different manner from that of women.