To Love Is To Burn,

There Are Few People Whom I Really Love And Still Fewer Of Whom I Think Well.

Silly Things Do Cease To Be Silly If They Are Done By Sensible People In An Impudent Way.

You Ought Certainly To Forgive Them As A Christian, But Never To Admit Them In Your Sight, Or Allow Their Names To Be Mentioned In Your Hearing.

My Characters Shall Have, After A Little Trouble, All That They Desire.

Not Keep A Journal! How Are Your Absent Cousins To Understand The Tenor Of Your Life In Bath Without One? How Are The Civilities And Compliments Of Every Day To Be Related As They Ought To Be, Unless Noted Down Every Evening In A Journal? How Are Your Various Dresses To Be Remembered, And The Particular State Of Your Complexion, And Curl Of Your Hair To Be Described In All Their Diversities, Without Having Constant Recourse To A Journal?