What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps me in a continual state of inelegance.

letter, Sept. 18, 1796.

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I begin already to weigh my words and sentences more than I did, and am looking about for a sentiment, an illustration or a metaphor in every corner of the room. Could my Ideas flow as fast as the rain in the Store closet it would be charming.

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For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbours, and laugh at them in our turn?

A woman, especially, if she have the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can.

I am afraid that the pleasantness of an employment does not always evince its propriety.

A man would always wish to give a woman a better home than the one he takes her from; and he who can do it, where there is no doubt of her regard, must, I think, be the happiest of mortals.