Concealment Is The Foe Of

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.

To A Heart Formed For Friendship And Affection The Charms Of Solitude Are Very Short-lived.

... There's Nothing But Quarreling With The Women; It's My Belief They Like It Better Than Victuals And Drink.

You Have Sensible Women Here [in England] But Then, They Are Very Devils--censorious, Uncharitable, Sarcastic--the Women In Scotland Have Twice--thrice Their Freedom, With All Their Virtue--and Are Very Conversable And Agreeable--their Educations Are More Finished.

Those Who Wander In The World Avowedly And Purposely In Pursuit Of Happiness, Who View Every Scene Of Present Joy With An Eye To What May Succeed, Certainly Are More Liable To Disappointment, Misfortune And Unhappiness, Than Those Who Give Up Their Fate To Chance And Take The Goods And Evils Of Fortune As They Come, Without Making Happiness Their Study, Or Misery Their Foresight.