I Cannot Sleep - Great Joy Is

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.

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

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!

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

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