Women Are The Only Correspondents To Be

Fine Dancing, I Believe, Like Virtue, Must Be Its Own Reward.

Such Squeamish Youths As Cannot Bear To Be Connected With A Little Absurdity Are Not Worth A Regret.

No- I Cannot Talk Of Books In A Ballroom; My Head Is Always Full Of Something Else.

Nothing Ever Fatigues Me, But Doing What I Do Not Like.

Could There Be Finer Symptoms? Is Not General Incivility The Very Essence Of Love?