Travelling Is The Ruin Of

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

Unused To The Situations In Which I Find Myself, And Embarassed By The Slightest Difficulties, I Seldom Discover, Till Too Late, How I Ought To Act.

I Love And Honour [paulus Aemilius, In Plutarch's Lives], For His Fondness For His Children, Which Instead Of Blushing At, He Avows And Glories In: And That At An Age, When Almost All The Heros And Great Men Thought That To Make Their Children And Family A Secondary Concern, Was The First Proof Of Their Superiority And Greatness Of Soul.

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

Insensibility, Of All Kinds, And On All Occasions, Most Moves My Imperial Displeasure