‘Tis pleasant, sure, to see one’s name in print; A book’s a book, although there’s nothing in it.
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- They never fail who die in a great cause.
- I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
- But as to women, who can penetrate the real sufferings of their she condition? Man’s very sympathy with their estate has much of selfishness and more suspicion. Their love, their virtue, beauty, education, but form good housekeepers, to breed a nation.
- If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.
- We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.
- There is something to me very softening in the presence of a woman, some strange influence, even if one is not in love with them, which I cannot at all account for, having no very high opinion of the sex. But yet, I always feel in better humor with myself and every thing else, if there is a woman within ken.