I Cannot Sleep - Great Joy Is

Wealth Per Se I Never Too Much Valued, And My Acquaintance With Its Possessors Has By No Means Increased My Veneration For It.

But How Cool, How Quiet Is True Courage!

I Have This Very Moment Finished Reading A Novel Called The Vicar Of Wakefield [by Oliver Goldsmith].... It Appears To Me, To Be Impossible Any Person Could Read This Book Through With A Dry Eye And Yet, I Don't Much Like It.... There Is But Very Little Story, The Plot Is Thin, The Incidents Very Rare, The Sentiments Uncommon, The Vicar Is Contented, Humble, Pious, Virtuous--but Upon The Whole The Book Has Not At All Satisfied My Expectations.

I Am Too Inexperienced And Ignorant To Conduct Myself With Propriety In This Town, Where Every Thing Is New To Me, And Many Things Are Unaccountable And Perplexing.

Misery Is A Guest That We Are Glad To Part With, However Certain Of Her Speedy Return.