Insensibility, Of All Kinds, And On All

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!

The Mind Is But Too Naturally Prone To Pleasure, But Too Easily Yielded To Dissipation

No Man Is In Love When He Marries. He May Have Loved Before; I Have Even Heard He Has Sometimes Loved After: But At The Time Never. There Is Something In The Formalities Of The Matrimonial Preparations That Drive Away All The Little Cupidons.

I Never Pretend To Be So Superior A Being As To Be Above Having And Indulging A Hobby Horse [her Journal Writing], And While I Keep Mine Within Due Bounds And Limits, Nobody, I Flatter Myself, Would Wish To Deprive Me Of The Poor Animal: To Be Sure, He Is Not Formed For Labour, And Is Rather Lame And Weak, But Then The Dear Creature Is Faithful, Constant, And Loving, And Though He Sometimes Prances, Would Not Kick Anyone Into The Mire, Or Hurt A Single Soul For The World--and I Would Not Part With Him For One Who Could Win The Greatest Prize That Ever Was Won At Any Races.

Far From Having Taken Any Positive Step, I Have Not Yet Even Fommed Any Resolution.