. . . men seldom risk their lives where an escape is without hope of recompense.

I cannot sleep - great joy is as restless as sorrow.

falsehood is not more unjustifiable than unsafe.

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!

How little has situation to do with happiness. The happy individual uses their intelligence to realise things could be worse and therefore is grateful and happy. The unhappy individual does the opposite!

... it's vastly more irksome to give up one's own way, than to hear a few impertinent remarks.

A little alarm now and then keeps life from stagnation.