Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies do divert me, I own, and I laugh at them whenever I can.
Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.
Had I not been bound to silence I could have provided proof enough of a broken heart, even for you.
Trusting that you will some time or other do me greater justice than you can do now.
Arguments are too much like disputes.
I use the verb 'to torment,' as I observed to be your own method, instead of 'to instruct,' supposing them to be now admitted as synonymous.