A Clear Fire, A Clean Hearth, And

For Thy Sake, Tobacco, I Would Do Anything But Die.

She Unbent Her Mind Afterwards - Over A Book.

Satire Does Not Look Pretty Upon A Tombstone.

Men Marry For Fortune, And Sometimes To Please Their Fancy; But, Much Oftener Than Is Suspected, They Consider What The World Will Say Of It--how Such A Woman In Their Friends' Eyes Will Look At The Head Of A Table. Hence We See So Many Insipid Beauties Made Wives Of, That Could Not Have Struck The Particular Fancy Of Any Man That Had Any Fancy At All.

I Love To Lose Myself In Other Men's Minds.... Books Think For Me.