How Little Has Situation To Do With

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

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!

How Truly Does This Journal Contain My Real And Undisguised Thoughts--i Always Write It According To The Humour I Am In, And If Astranger Was To Think It Worth Reading, How Capricious--insolent & Whimsical I Must Appear!--one Moment Flighty And Half Mad,--the Next Sad And Melancholy. No Matter! Its Truth And Simplicity Are Its Sole Recommendations.

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

. . . Men Seldom Risk Their Lives Where An Escape Is Without Hope Of Recompense.