I never knew a man who deserved to be thought well of for his morals who had a slight opinion of our Sex in general.

Every scholar, I presume, is not, necessarily, a man of sense.

Love is a blazing, crackling, green-wood flame, as much smoke as flame; friendship, married friendship particularly, is a steady,intense, comfortable fire. Love, in courtship, is friendship in hope; in matrimony, friendship upon proof.

The little words in the Republic of Letters, like the little folks in a nation, are the most useful and significant.

A man who insults the modesty of a woman, as good as tells her that he has seen something in her conduct that warranted his presumption.

But let not those worthy young women, who may think themselves destined to a single life, repine over-much at their lot; since, possibly, if they have had no lovers, or having had one, two, or three, have not found a husband, they have had rather a miss than a loss, as men go.

What pleasure can those over-happy persons know, who, from their affluence and luxury, always eat before they are hungry and drink before they are thirsty?