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Nothing Is So Delicate As The Reputation Of A Woman; It Is At Once The Most Beautiful And Most Brittle Of All Human Things.

-Fanny Burney

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Nothing Is So Delicate

Fanny Burney

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Nothing Is So Delicate As The Reputation Of A Woman; It Is At Once The Most Beautiful And Most Brittle Of All Human Things.

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Wealth Per Se I Never Too Much Valued, And My Acquaintance With Its Possessors Has By No Means Increased My Veneration For It.

Unused To The Situations In Which I Find Myself, And Embarassed By The Slightest Difficulties, I Seldom Discover, Till Too Late, How I Ought To Act.

I'd Rather Be Done Any Thing To Than Laughed At, For, To My Mind, It's One Or Other The Disagreeablest Thing In The World.

The Laws Of Custom Make Our [returning A Visit] Necessary. O How I Hate This Vile Custom Which Obliges Us To Make Slaves Of Ourselves! To Sell The Most Precious Property We Boast, Our Time;--and To Sacrifice It To Every Prattling Impertinent Who Chooses To Demand It!

There Si Nothing Upon The Face Of The Earth So Insipid As A Medium. Give Me Love Or Hate! A Friend That Will Go To Jail For Me, Or An Enemy That Will Run Me Through The Body!

O, We All Acknowledge Our Faults, Now; 'tis The Mode Of The Day: But The Acknowledgment Passes For Current Payment; And Therefore We Never Amend Them.

I Looked About For Some Of My Acquaintance, But In Vain, For I Saw Not One Person That I Knew, Which Is Very Odd, For All The World Seemed There.

There's No Nation Under The Sun Can Beat The English For Ill-politeness: For My Part, I Hate The Very Sight Of Them; And So I Shall Only Just Visit A Person Of Quality Or Two Of My Particular Acquaintance, And Then I Shall Go Back Again To France.

... There's Nothing But Quarreling With The Women; It's My Belief They Like It Better Than Victuals And Drink.

To Whom, Then, Must I Dedicate My Wonderful, Surprising And Interesting Adventures? To Whom Dare I Reveal My Private Opinion Of My Nearest Relations? The Secret Thoughts Of My Dearest Friends? My Own Hopes, Fears, Reflections And Dislikes? Nobody!

You Must Not Sneeze. If You Have A Vehement Cold You Must Take No Notice Of It; If Your Nose Membranes Feel A Great Irritation You Must Hold Your Breath; If A Sneeze Still Insists Upon Making Its Way You Must Oppose It Keeping Your Teeth Grinding Together; If The Violence Of The Pulse Breaks Some Blood-vessel You Must Break The Blood-vessel -- But Not Sneeze.

I Am Too Inexperienced And Ignorant To Conduct Myself With Propriety In This Town, Where Every Thing Is New To Me, And Many Things Are Unaccountable And Perplexing.

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!

While We All Desire To Live Long, We Have All A Horror Of Being Old!

I Am Tired To Death! Tired Of Every Thing! I Would Give The Universe For A Disposition Less Difficult To Please. Yet, After All, What Is There To Give Pleasure? When One Has Seen One Thing, One Has Seen Every Thing.

Look At Your [english] Ladies Of Quality Are They Not Forever Parting With Their Husbands - Forfeiting Their Reputations - And Is Their Life Aught But Dissipation? In Common Genteel Life, Indeed, You May Now And Then Meet With Very Fine Girls - Who Have Politeness, Sense And Conversation - But These Are Few - And Then Look At Your Trademen's Daughters - What Are They? Poor Creatures Indeed! All Pertness, Imitation And Folly.

Never Shall I Recollect The Occasion He Gave Me Of Displeasure, Without Feeling It Renewed.

I Cannot Be Much Pleased Without An Appearance Of Truth; At Least Of Possibility I Wish The History To Be Natural Though The Sentiments Are Refined; And The Characters To Be Probable, Though Their Behaviour Is Excelling

Well Of All Things In The World, I Don't Suppose Anything Can Be So Dreadful As A Public Wedding--my Stars!--i Should Never Be Able To Support It!

We Continually Say Things To Support An Opinion, Which We Have Given, That In Reality We Don't Above Half Mean.

I Love And Honour [paulus Aemilius, In Plutarch's Lives], For His Fondness For His Children, Which Instead Of Blushing At, He Avows And Glories In: And That At An Age, When Almost All The Heros And Great Men Thought That To Make Their Children And Family A Secondary Concern, Was The First Proof Of Their Superiority And Greatness Of Soul.

In England, I Was Quite Struck To See How Forward The Girls Are Made--a Child Of 10 Years Old, Will Chat And Keep You Company, While Her Parents Are Busy Or Out Etc.--with The Ease Of A Woman Of 26. But Then, How Does This Education Go On?--not At All: It Absolutely Stops Short.

To Despise Riches, May, Indeed, Be Philosophic, But To Dispense Them Worthily, Must Surely Be More Beneficial To Mankind.

Childhood Is Never Troubled With Foresight.

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.

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The Mind Is But Too Naturally Prone To Pleasure, But Too Easily Yielded To Dissipation

How Little Has Situation To Do With Happiness.

You Must Learn Not Only To Judge But To Act For Yourself.

But If The Young Are Never Tired Of Erring In Conduct, Neither Are The Older In Erring Of Judgment.

The Mind Naturally Accommodates Itself, Even To The Most Ridiculous Improprieties, If They Occur Frequently.

Misery Is A Guest That We Are Glad To Part With, However Certain Of Her Speedy Return.

Falsehood Is Not More Unjustifiable Than Unsafe.

Generosity Without Delicacy, Like Wit Without Judgment, Generally Gives As Much Pain As Pleasure.

No Man Is In Love When He Marries. He May Have Loved Before; I Have Even Heard He Has Sometimes Loved After: But At The Time Never. There Is Something In The Formalities Of The Matrimonial Preparations That Drive Away All The Little Cupidons.

Can Any Thing, My Good Sir, Be More Painful To A Friendly Mind Than A Necessity Of Communicating Disagreeable Intelligence? Indeed, It Is Sometimes Difficult To Determine, Whether The Relater Or The Receiver Of Evil Tidings Is Most To Be Pitied.

The Right Line Of Conduct Is The Same For Both Sexes, Though The Manner In Which It Is Pursued, May Somewhat Vary, And Be Accommodated To The Strength Or Weakness Of The Different Travelers.

But Authors Before They Write Should Read.

I Am Ashamed Of Confessing That I Have Nothing To Confess.

There Is Something In Age That Ever, Even In Its Own Despite, Must Be Venerable, Must Create Respect And To Have It Ill Treated, Is To Me Worse, More Cruel And Wicked Than Anything On Earth

It Has Been Long And Justly Remarked, That Folly Has Ever Sought Alliance With Beauty.

... It's Vastly More Irksome To Give Up One's Own Way, Than To Hear A Few Impertinent Remarks.

I Never Pretend To Be So Superior A Being As To Be Above Having And Indulging A Hobby Horse [her Journal Writing], And While I Keep Mine Within Due Bounds And Limits, Nobody, I Flatter Myself, Would Wish To Deprive Me Of The Poor Animal: To Be Sure, He Is Not Formed For Labour, And Is Rather Lame And Weak, But Then The Dear Creature Is Faithful, Constant, And Loving, And Though He Sometimes Prances, Would Not Kick Anyone Into The Mire, Or Hurt A Single Soul For The World--and I Would Not Part With Him For One Who Could Win The Greatest Prize That Ever Was Won At Any Races.

Far From Having Taken Any Positive Step, I Have Not Yet Even Fommed Any Resolution.

To Diminish Expectation Is To Increase Enjoyment.

Those Who Wander In The World Avowedly And Purposely In Pursuit Of Happiness, Who View Every Scene Of Present Joy With An Eye To What May Succeed, Certainly Are More Liable To Disappointment, Misfortune And Unhappiness, Than Those Who Give Up Their Fate To Chance And Take The Goods And Evils Of Fortune As They Come, Without Making Happiness Their Study, Or Misery Their Foresight.

Imagination Took The Reins, And Reason, Slow-paced, Though Sure-footed, Was Unequal To A Race With So Eccentric And Flighty A Companion.

A Youthful Mind Is Seldom Totally Free From Ambition; To Curb That, Is The First Step To Contentment, Since To Diminish Expectation Is To Increase Enjoyment.

This Perpetual Round Of Constrained Civilities To Persons Quite Indifferent To Us, Is The Most Provoking And Tiresome Thing In Theworld, But It Is Unavoidable In A Country Town, Where Everybody Is Known.... 'tis A Most Shocking And Unworthy Way Of Spending Our Precious Irrecoverable Time, To Those Who Know Not Its Value.

How Little Has Situation To Do With Happiness. The Happy Individual Uses Their Intelligence To Realise Things Could Be Worse And Therefore Is Grateful And Happy. The Unhappy Individual Does The Opposite!

A Little Alarm Now And Then Keeps Life From Stagnation.

But How Cool, How Quiet Is True Courage!

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Concealment Is The Foe Of Tranquility.

To A Heart Formed For Friendship And Affection The Charms Of Solitude Are Very Short-lived.

To Be Sure, Marriage Is All In All With The Ladies; But With Us Gentlemen It's Quite Another Thing!

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Don't Be Angry With The Gentleman For Thinking, Whatever Be The Cause, For I Assure You He Makes No Common Practice Of Offending In That Way.

I Cannot Sleep - Great Joy Is As Restless As Sorrow.

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For My Part, I Confess I Seldom Listen To The Players: One Has So Much To Do, In Looking About And Finding Out One's Acquaintance, That, Really, One Has No Time To Mind The Stage. One Merely Comes To Meet One's Friends, And Show That One's Alive.

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We Relate All Our Afflictions More Frequently Than We Do Our Pleasures.

The Spring Is Generally Fertile In New Acquaintances.

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Travelling Is The Ruin Of All Happiness. There's No Looking At A Building Here After Seeing Italy.

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.

O! How Short A Time Does It Take To Put An End To A Woman's Liberty!

To Have Some Account Of My Thoughts, Manners, Acquaintance And Actions, When The Hour Arrives In Which Time Is More Nimble Than Memory, Is The Reason Which Induces Me To Keep A Journal: A Journal In Which I Must Confess My Every Thought, Must Open My Whole Heart!

Tis Best To Build No Castles In The Air.

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Tired, Ashamed, And Mortified, I Begged To Sit Down Till We Returned Home, Which I Did Soon After. Lord Orville Did Me The Honour To Hand Me To The Coach, Talking All The Way Of The Honour I Had Done Him ! O These Fashionable People!

I Wish The Opera Was Every Night. It Is, Of All Entertainments, The Sweetest And Most Delightful. Some Of The Songs Seemed To Melt My Very Soul.

Insensibility, Of All Kinds, And On All Occasions, Most Moves My Imperial Displeasure

While All The Pomp And Circumstance Of War Animated Others, It Only Saddened Me; And All Of Past Reflection, All Of Future Dread, Made The Whole Grandeur Of The Martial Scene, And All The Delusive Seduction Of Martial Music, Fill My Eyes Frequently With Tears.

Such Is The Effect Of True Politeness, That It Banishes All Restraint And Embarassment.

Money Is The Source Of The Greatest Vice, And That Nation Which Is Most Rich, Is Most Wicked.

Credulity Is The Sister Of Innocence.

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