I Cannot Sleep - Great Joy Is

While We All Desire To Live Long, We Have All A Horror Of Being Old!

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.

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.

There Si Nothing Upon The Face Of The Earth So Insipid As A Medium. Give Me Love Or Hate! A Friend That Will Go To Jail For Me, Or An Enemy That Will Run Me Through The Body!

I Love And Honour [paulus Aemilius, In Plutarch's Lives], For His Fondness For His Children, Which Instead Of Blushing At, He Avows And Glories In: And That At An Age, When Almost All The Heros And Great Men Thought That To Make Their Children And Family A Secondary Concern, Was The First Proof Of Their Superiority And Greatness Of Soul.