Concealment Is The Foe Of Tranquility.

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

... It's Vastly More Irksome To Give Up One's Own Way, Than To Hear A Few Impertinent Remarks.

Falsehood Is Not More Unjustifiable Than Unsafe.

Travelling Is The Ruin Of All Happiness. There's No Looking At A Building Here After Seeing Italy.

The Mind Is But Too Naturally Prone To Pleasure, But Too Easily Yielded To Dissipation