Concealment is the foe of tranquility.

... it's vastly more irksome to give up one's own way, than to hear a few impertinent remarks.

Nothing is so delicate as the reputation of a woman; it is at once the most beautiful and most brittle of all human things.

A little alarm now and then keeps life from stagnation.

Childhood is never troubled with foresight.

Imagination took the reins, and reason, slow-paced, though sure-footed, was unequal to a race with so eccentric and flighty a companion.

To Nobody, then, will I write my Journal! since to Nobody can I be wholly unreserved, to Nobody can I reveal every thought, every wish of my heart, with the most unlimited confidence, the most unremitting sincerity, to the end of my life!