We Relate All Our Afflictions More Frequently

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!

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.

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

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!

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.