To save the mind from preying inwardly upon itself, it must be encouraged to some outward pursuit.

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!

Generosity without delicacy, like wit without judgment, generally gives as much pain as pleasure.

Far from having taken any positive step, I have not yet even fommed any resolution.

Insensibility, of all kinds, and on all occasions, most moves my imperial displeasure

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

Never shall I recollect the occasion he gave me of displeasure, without feeling it renewed.