Wealth Per Se I Never Too Much

Generosity Without Delicacy, Like Wit Without Judgment, Generally Gives As Much Pain As Pleasure.

I Have This Very Moment Finished Reading A Novel Called The Vicar Of Wakefield [by Oliver Goldsmith].... It Appears To Me, To Be Impossible Any Person Could Read This Book Through With A Dry Eye And Yet, I Don't Much Like It.... There Is But Very Little Story, The Plot Is Thin, The Incidents Very Rare, The Sentiments Uncommon, The Vicar Is Contented, Humble, Pious, Virtuous--but Upon The Whole The Book Has Not At All Satisfied My Expectations.

It Has Been Long And Justly Remarked, That Folly Has Ever Sought Alliance With Beauty.

A Youthful Mind Is Seldom Totally Free From Ambition; To Curb That, Is The First Step To Contentment, Since To Diminish Expectation Is To Increase Enjoyment.

I Cannot Be Much Pleased Without An Appearance Of Truth; At Least Of Possibility I Wish The History To Be Natural Though The Sentiments Are Refined; And The Characters To Be Probable, Though Their Behaviour Is Excelling