Tired, Ashamed, And Mortified, I Begged To

The Mind Is But Too Naturally Prone To Pleasure, But Too Easily Yielded To Dissipation

I Am Tired To Death! Tired Of Every Thing! I Would Give The Universe For A Disposition Less Difficult To Please. Yet, After All, What Is There To Give Pleasure? When One Has Seen One Thing, One Has Seen Every Thing.

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.

O, We All Acknowledge Our Faults, Now; 'tis The Mode Of The Day: But The Acknowledgment Passes For Current Payment; And Therefore We Never Amend Them.

Childhood Is Never Troubled With Foresight.