Insensibility, of all kinds, and on all occasions, most moves my imperial displeasure
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.
I am ashamed of confessing that I have nothing to confess.
Never shall I recollect the occasion he gave me of displeasure, without feeling it renewed.
But authors before they write should read.
To have some account of my thoughts, manners, acquaintance and actions, when the hour arrives in which time is more nimble than memory, is the reason which induces me to keep a journal: a journal in which I must confess my every thought, must open my whole heart!