A Woman's Preaching Is Like

A Page Of My Journal Is Like A Cake Of Portable Soup. A Little May Be Diffused Into A Considerable Portion.

I Think There Is A Blossom About Me Of Something More Distinguished Than The Generality Of Mankind.

If A Man Is Prodigal, He Cannot Be Truly Generous.

A Woman's Preaching Is Like A Dog's Walking On His Hinter Legs. It Is Not Done Well; But You Are Surprised To See It Done At All.

My Definition Of Man Is, A Cooking Animal. The Beasts Have Memory, Judgement, And All The Faculties And Passions Of Our Mind, In A Certain Degree; But No Beast Is A Cook....man Alone Can Dress A Good Dish; And Every Man Whatever Is More Or Less A Cook, In Seasoning What He Himself Eats.