When Children Are Doing Nothing, They Are

There Is Perhaps No Surer Mark Of Folly, Than To Attempt To Correct Natural Infirmities Of Those We Love.

The Blackest Ink Of Fate Are Sure My Lot, And When Fate Writ My Name It Made A Blot.

Worth Begets In Base Minds, Envy; In Great Souls, Emulation.

Never Trust The Man Who Has Reason To Suspect That You Know He Hath Injured You.

The Characteristic Of Coquettes Is Affectation Governed By Whim.