We Are All Apt To

When The Mind Is Full Of Any One Subject, That Subject Seems To Recur With Extraordinary Frequency - It Appears To Pursue Or To Meet Us At Every Turn: In Every Conversation That We Hear In Every Book We Open, In Every Newspaper We Take Up, The Reigning Idea Recurs; And Then We Are Surprised, And Exclaim At These Wonderful Coincidences.

Sometimes The Very Faults Of Parents Produce A Tendency To Opposite Virtues In Their Children.

Beauty Is A Great Gift Of Heaven; Not For The Purpose Of Female Vanity, But A Great Gift For One Who Loves, And Wishes To Be Beloved.

First Loves Are Not Necessarily More Foolish Than Others; But The Chances Are Certainly Against Them. Proximity Of Time Or Place, A Variety Of Accidental Circumstances More Than The Essential Merits Of The Object, Often Produce What Is Called First Love.

We Perfectly Agreed In Our Ideas Of Traveling; We Hurried From Place To Place As Fast As Horses And Wheels, And Curses And Guineas, Could Carry Us.