I hate everything that merely instructs me without augmenting or directly invigorating my activity.
No one would talk much in society if they knew how often they misunderstood others.
To hard necessity ones will and fancy must conform.
One lives but once in the world.
Writing is busy idleness.
Please send me your last pair of shoes, worn out with dancing as you mentioned in your letter, so that I might have something to press against my heart.