Falsehood Is Not More Unjustifiable

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.

Imagination Took The Reins, And Reason, Slow-paced, Though Sure-footed, Was Unequal To A Race With So Eccentric And Flighty A Companion.

Well Of All Things In The World, I Don't Suppose Anything Can Be So Dreadful As A Public Wedding--my Stars!--i Should Never Be Able To Support It!

To Save The Mind From Preying Inwardly Upon Itself, It Must Be Encouraged To Some Outward Pursuit.