Concealment Is The Foe Of Tranquility.

I Cannot Sleep - Great Joy Is As Restless As Sorrow.

Nothing Is So Delicate As The Reputation Of A Woman; It Is At Once The Most Beautiful And Most Brittle Of All Human Things.

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

I Am Too Inexperienced And Ignorant To Conduct Myself With Propriety In This Town, Where Every Thing Is New To Me, And Many Things Are Unaccountable And Perplexing.

I Am Ashamed Of Confessing That I Have Nothing To Confess.