Falsehood Is Not More Unjustifiable Than Unsafe.

Generosity Without Delicacy, Like Wit Without Judgment, Generally Gives As Much Pain As Pleasure.

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.

For My Part, I Confess I Seldom Listen To The Players: One Has So Much To Do, In Looking About And Finding Out One's Acquaintance, That, Really, One Has No Time To Mind The Stage. One Merely Comes To Meet One's Friends, And Show That One's Alive.

While All The Pomp And Circumstance Of War Animated Others, It Only Saddened Me; And All Of Past Reflection, All Of Future Dread, Made The Whole Grandeur Of The Martial Scene, And All The Delusive Seduction Of Martial Music, Fill My Eyes Frequently With Tears.

Far From Having Taken Any Positive Step, I Have Not Yet Even Fommed Any Resolution.