O, We All Acknowledge Our Faults, Now;

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.

There Is Something In Age That Ever, Even In Its Own Despite, Must Be Venerable, Must Create Respect And To Have It Ill Treated, Is To Me Worse, More Cruel And Wicked Than Anything On Earth

I Wish The Opera Was Every Night. It Is, Of All Entertainments, The Sweetest And Most Delightful. Some Of The Songs Seemed To Melt My Very Soul.

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!

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!