O Luxury! Thou Curst By Heaven's Decree!

I Chose My Wife, As She Did Her Wedding Gown, For Qualities That Would Wear Well.

Quality And Title Have Such Allurements That Hundreds Are Ready To Give Up All Their Own Importance, To Cringe, To Flatter, To Look Little, And To Pall Every Pleasure In Constraint, Merely To Be Among The Great, Though Without The Least Hopes Of Improving Their Understanding Or Sharing Their Generosity. They Might Be Happier Among Their Equals.

In My Time, The Follies Of The Town Crept Slowly Among Us, But Now They Travel Faster Than A Stagecoach.

Tenderness Is A Virtue.

Pity And Friendship Are Two Passions Incompatible With Each Other.