For I Cannot Think That God Almighty

As I Had Once Done Thus In My Breaking Away From My Parents, So I Could Not Be Content Now, But I Must Go And Leave The Happy View I Had Of Being A Rich And Thriving Man In My New Plantation, Only To Pursue A Rash And Immoderate Desire Of Rising Faster Than The Nature Of The Thing Admitted; And Thus I Cast My Self Down Again Into The Deepest Gulph Of Human Misery That Ever Man Fell Into, Or Perhaps Could Be Consistent With Life And A State Of Health In The World.

We Are Very Fond Of Some Families Because They Can Be Traced Beyond The Conquest, Whereas Indeed The Farther Back, The Worse, As Being The Nearer Allied To A Race Of Robbers And Thieves.

So Possible Is It For Us To Roll Ourselves Up In Wickedness, Till We Grow Invulnerable By Conscience; And That Sentinel, Once Dozed, Sleeps Fast, Not To Be Awakened While The Tide Of Pleasure Continues To Flow Or Till Something Dark And Dreadful Brings Us To Ourselves Again.

Fear Of Danger Is Ten Thousand Times More Terrifying Than Danger Itself.

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.