A Single Seed Of Fact Will Produce

I Have Nothing But Myself To Write About, No Facts, No Theories, No Opinions, No Adventures, No Sentiments, Nothing But My Own Poor Barren Individualism, Of Considerable Interest To Me, But I Do Not Know Why I Should Presume It Will Be So To You. Egotism Is Not Tiresome, Or It Ought Not To Be, If One Is Sincere About Oneself; But It Is So Hard To Be Sincere. Well, Never Mind, I Mean To Be, And You Know Me Well Enough To See Through Me When I Am Humbugging.

Where Nature Is Sovereign, There Is No Need Of Austerity And Self-denial.

Life Is Change, To Cease To Change Is To Cease To Live; Yet If You May Shed A Tear Beside The Death-bed Of An Old Friend, Let Not Your Heart Be Silent On The Dissolving Of A Faith.

We Are Complex, And Therefore, In Our Natural State, Inconsistent, Beings, And The Opinion Of This Hour Need Not Be The Opinion Of The Next.

To Be Happy Is Not The Purpose For Which You Are Placed In This World.