He That Is Rich Is Wise.

I Know Not What To Call This, Nor Will I Urge That It Is A Secret, Overruling Decree, That Hurries Us On To Be The Instruments Of Our Own Destruction, Even Though It Be Before Us, And That We Rush Upon It With Our Eyes Open.

I Was Born In The Year 1632, In The City Of York, Of A Good Family, Tho' Not Of That Country, My Father Being A Foreigner Of Bremen, Who Settled First At Hull; He Got A Good Estate By Merchandise, And Leaving Off His Trade, Lived Afterward At York, From Whence He Had Married My Mother, Whose Relations Were Named Robinson, A Very Good Family In That Country, And From Whom I Was Called Robinson Kreutznaer; But By The Usual Corruption Of Words In England, We Are Now Called, Nay We Call Ourselves, And Write Our Name Crusoe, And So My Companions Always Call'd Me.

And I Add This Part Here, To Hint To Whoever Shall Read It, That Whenever They Come To A True Sense Of Things, They Will Find Deliverance From Sin A Much Greater Blessing Than Deliverance From Affliction.

Justice Is Always Violence To The Party Offending, For Every Man Is Innocent In His Own Eyes.

How Strange A Checker-work Of Providence Is The Life Of Man!