Every Commonplace Or Trite Observation Is Not

Credulity Is The Man's Weakness, But The Child's Strength.

Nothing To Me Is More Distasteful Than That Entire Complacency And Satisfaction Which Beam In The Countenances Of A New Married Couple; In That Of The Lady Particularly; It Tells You That Her Lot Is Disposed Of In This World; That You Can Have No Hopes For Her.

When Thus The Heart Is In A Vein Of Tender Thought, The Simplest Strain Can Touch It With Peculiar Power.

All, All Are Gone, The Old Familiar Faces.

How I Like To Be Liked, And What I Do To Be Liked!