I Cannot Sleep - Great Joy Is

Tired, Ashamed, And Mortified, I Begged To Sit Down Till We Returned Home, Which I Did Soon After. Lord Orville Did Me The Honour To Hand Me To The Coach, Talking All The Way Of The Honour I Had Done Him ! O These Fashionable People!

I Looked About For Some Of My Acquaintance, But In Vain, For I Saw Not One Person That I Knew, Which Is Very Odd, For All The World Seemed There.

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!

The Laws Of Custom Make Our [returning A Visit] Necessary. O How I Hate This Vile Custom Which Obliges Us To Make Slaves Of Ourselves! To Sell The Most Precious Property We Boast, Our Time;--and To Sacrifice It To Every Prattling Impertinent Who Chooses To Demand It!

An Old Woman ... Is A Person Who Has No Sense Of Decency; If Once She Takes To Living, The Devil Himself Can't Get Rid Of Her.