It Is Not So Easy

Idleness, Ennui, Noise, Mischief, Riot, And A Nameless Train Of Mistaken Notions Of Pleasure, Are Often Classed, In A Young Man's Mind, Under The General Head Of Liberty.

Obtain Power, Then, By All Means; Power Is The Law Of Man; Make It Yours.

My Mother Took Too Much, A Great Deal Too Much, Care Of Me; She Over-educated, Over-instructed, Over-dosed Me With Premature Lessons Of Prudence: She Was So Afraid That I Should Ever Do A Foolish Thing, Or Not Say A Wise One, That She Prompted My Every Word, And Guided My Every Action. So I Grew Up, Seeing With Her Eyes, Hearing With Her Ears, And Judging With Her Understanding, Till, At Length, It Was Found Out That I Had Not Eyes, Ears Or Understanding Of My Own.

It Is Quite Fitting That Charity Should Begin At Home ... But Then It Should Not End At Home; For Those That Help Nobody Will Find None To Help Them In Time Of Need.

Young Ladies Who Think Of Nothing But Dress, Public Amusements, And Forming What They Call High Connexions, Are Undoubtedly Most Easily Managed, By The Fear Of What The World Will Say Of Them.