Concealment Is The Foe Of Tranquility.

In England, I Was Quite Struck To See How Forward The Girls Are Made--a Child Of 10 Years Old, Will Chat And Keep You Company, While Her Parents Are Busy Or Out Etc.--with The Ease Of A Woman Of 26. But Then, How Does This Education Go On?--not At All: It Absolutely Stops Short.

I Am Tired To Death! Tired Of Every Thing! I Would Give The Universe For A Disposition Less Difficult To Please. Yet, After All, What Is There To Give Pleasure? When One Has Seen One Thing, One Has Seen Every Thing.

A Little Alarm Now And Then Keeps Life From Stagnation.

Insensibility, Of All Kinds, And On All Occasions, Most Moves My Imperial Displeasure

To Have Some Account Of My Thoughts, Manners, Acquaintance And Actions, When The Hour Arrives In Which Time Is More Nimble Than Memory, Is The Reason Which Induces Me To Keep A Journal: A Journal In Which I Must Confess My Every Thought, Must Open My Whole Heart!