Date: October, 1784

"The mind is a garden where all manner of seeds are sown."

— Anonymous

Date: October, 1784

"Justice should be a man's governor [...] Reason his secretary, / Judgment his steward."

— Anonymous

Date: 1784

"The Author of this little Essay, very philanthropically, but he fears, very vainly, wishes, that some much abler Chymist of this kind than himself, could once compose and exhibit such an attractive, and palatable preservative against all infection of the mind, as might be greedily purchased and ...

— Anonymous

Date: 1786

"In one of these early excursions, her humanity had been excited by a scene of such exquisite misery that it long made an impression on her tender mind, and sowed the first seeds of benevolence in her heart."

— Anonymous

Date: 1786

"Those who feel in themselves the least propensity to this growing evil should carefully guard against its first approaches; for, like a gnawing vulture, it preys upon the mind; and, unless combated with all their resolution, steals imperceptibly on the disposition, and casts a veil over their fa...

— Anonymous

Date: 1786

"Our minds are like blank paper, as a great philosopher has observed, and the first impressions they receive are generally the most permanent and powerful."

— Anonymous

Date: 1790

"I shall, perhaps, deserve censure for concealing a name which belongs to so much excellence, but I fear to offend the delicacy of your nature; true merit is ever modest, and your mind, like the sensitive plant at the touch, would shrink from the voice of public celebrity."

— Anonymous

Date: 1790

"Behold lovely Westmorland leads the gay throng, / Herself by the graces led calmly along; / With a bosom of innocence easily hit / By the nice ball of humour or arrow of wit; / With a mind which when tragical sorrows appear / Rushes up to her eye, and descends in a tear."

— Anonymous

Date: 1790

"Divine Sensibility! widely impart / Thy fibres of feeling, and live in each heart!"

— Anonymous

Date: 1790

"My subject is light--let me speak of the stage; / Let the tablet of memory faithfully name / Some sons of drama who breathe but in fame, / Nay more--let me follow the delicate clue, / And give to the living the praise that is due."

— Anonymous