A Preface Is A Species

The Truth Is, We Never Make For Others The Allowance We Make For Ourselves; And We Should Deny Even Our Own Words, Could We Hear Them Spoken By Another.

It Merely Shews, After All, That Affection Is A Habit.

A Friend Is Never Alarmed For Us In The Right Place.

Nothing Is So Fortunate For Mankind As Its Diversity Of Opinion.

Youth, Balancing Itself Upon Hope, Is Forever In Extremes: Its Expectations Are Continually Aroused Only To Be Baffled, And Disappointment, Like A Summer Shower, Is Violent In Proportion To Its Brevity.