The World, thinking itself affronted by superior merit, takes delight to bring it down to its own level.

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 Nature of Familiar Letters, written, as it were, to the Moment, while the Heart is agitated by Hopes and Fears, on Events undecided, must plead an Excuse for the Bulk of a Collection of this Kind. Mere Facts and Characters might be comprised in a much smaller Compass: But, would they be equally interesting?

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.

We have nothing to do, but to choose what is right, to be steady in the pursuit of it, and leave the issue to Providence.

Would Alexander, madman as he was, have been so much a madman, had it not been for Homer?

Women are so much in love with compliments that rather than want them, they will compliment one another, yet mean no more by it than the men do.