Diffidence is a sort of false modesty.

Since the days of Adam, there has been hardly a mischief done in this world but a woman has been at the bottom of it.

We know that Heaven chastens those whom it loves best; being pleased by repeated trials, to make . . . pure spirits more pure.

The death of a child occasions a passion of grief and frantic tears, such as your end, brother reader, will never inspire.

No particular motive for living, except the custom and habit of it.

A good laugh is sunshine in the house.

Pray God, keep us simple.