If Modesty And Candor Are Necessary To

There Is Yet Another Kind Of Matrimonial Dialect (which Naturally Succeeds This Of Talking At Each Other), Which May Very Properlybe Styled The Language Contradictory.... In The Former, However Plain The Object Of Satire May Be Exhibited To The Whole Company, Yet There Always Remains Some Little Covering.... But In This Last Method, The Defiance Becomes More Open And The Impetuosity With Which These Contradictions Are Uttered (although The Subjects Of Them Are Often Of The Most Indifferent Nature) Evidently Prove That They Arise From Passion.

I Fancied I Had Some Constancy Of Mind Because I Could Bear My Own Sufferings, But Found Through The Sufferings Of Others I Could Be Weakened Like A Child.

The Words Of Kindness Are More Healing To A Drooping Heart Than Balm Or Honey.

I Had Some Short Struggle In My Mind Whether I Should Resign My Lover Or My Liberty, But This Lasted Not Long. I Found Myself As Free As Air And Could Not Bear The Thought Of Putting Myself In Any Man's Power For Life Only From A Present Capricious Inclination.

I Endeavor Not To Conceal That I Believe There Is A Great Mixture Of Desire In The Passion Which Is Called Love--or Rather, Without Any Far-fetched Strain On Words, It May Be Called The Companion Of Love.