And We Meet, With Champagne

Only A Mother Knows A Mother's Fondness.

As I Approach A Second Childhood, I Endeavor To Enter Into The Pleasures Of It.

Miserable Is The Fate Of Writers: If They Are Agreeable, They Are Offensive; And If Dull, They Starve.

No Entertainment Is So Cheap As Reading, Nor Any Pleasure So Lasting. She Will Not Want New Fashions Nor Regret The Loss Of Expensive Diversions Or Variety Of Company If She Can Be Amused With An Author In Her Closet.

It Is 11 Years Since I Have Seen My Figure In A Glass [mirror]. The Last Reflection I Saw There Was So Disagreeable I Resolved To Spare Myself Such Mortification In The Future.