Tact, If It Be Genuine,

Friendship However Is A Plant Which Cannot Be Forced -- True Friendship Is No Gourd Spring Up In A Night And Withering In A Day.

What Delusion Has Come Over Me? What Sweet Madness Has Seized Me?

I Am Not Your Dear; I Cannot Lie Down: Send Me To School Soon, Mrs. Reed, For I Hate To Live Here.

I Am Anchored On A Resolve You Cannot Shake. My Heart, My Conscience Shall Dispose Of My Hand - They Only. Know This At Last.

I Could Not Help It: The Restlessness Was In My Nature; It Agitated Me To Pain Sometimes.