The Spring is generally fertile in new acquaintances.

But authors before they write should read.

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

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!

Wealth per se I never too much valued, and my acquaintance with its possessors has by no means increased my veneration for it.

To a heart formed for friendship and affection the charms of solitude are very short-lived.

How truly does this journal contain my real and undisguised thoughts--I always write it according to the humour I am in, and if astranger was to think it worth reading, how capricious--insolent & whimsical I must appear!--one moment flighty and half mad,--the next sad and melancholy. No matter! Its truth and simplicity are its sole recommendations.