In England, I Was Quite Struck To

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.

She [evelina] Is Not, Indeed, Like Most Modern Young Ladies; To Be Known In Half An Hour; Her Modest Worth, And Fearful Excellence, Require Both Time And Encouragement To Show Themselves.

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!

When Young People Are Too Rigidly Sequestered From [the World], Their Lively And Romantic Imaginations Paint It To Them As A Paradise Of Which They Have Been Beguiled; But When They Are Shown It Properly, And In Due Time, They See It Such As It Really Is, Equally Shared By Pain And Pleasure, Hope And Disappointment.

... There's Nothing But Quarreling With The Women; It's My Belief They Like It Better Than Victuals And Drink.