I Cannot Sleep - Great Joy Is

I Have This Very Moment Finished Reading A Novel Called The Vicar Of Wakefield [by Oliver Goldsmith].... It Appears To Me, To Be Impossible Any Person Could Read This Book Through With A Dry Eye And Yet, I Don't Much Like It.... There Is But Very Little Story, The Plot Is Thin, The Incidents Very Rare, The Sentiments Uncommon, The Vicar Is Contented, Humble, Pious, Virtuous--but Upon The Whole The Book Has Not At All Satisfied My Expectations.

You Have Sensible Women Here [in England] But Then, They Are Very Devils--censorious, Uncharitable, Sarcastic--the Women In Scotland Have Twice--thrice Their Freedom, With All Their Virtue--and Are Very Conversable And Agreeable--their Educations Are More Finished.

Credulity Is The Sister Of Innocence.

An Old Woman ... Is A Person Who Has No Sense Of Decency; If Once She Takes To Living, The Devil Himself Can't Get Rid Of Her.

She [evelina] Is Not, Indeed, Like Most Modern Young Ladies; To Be Known In Half An Hour; Her Modest Worth, And Fearful Excellence, Require Both Time And Encouragement To Show Themselves.