It Has Been Long And Justly Remarked,

When Young People Are Too Rigidly Sequestered From [the World], Their Lively And Romantic Imaginations Paint It To Them As A Paradise Of Which They Have Been Beguiled; But When They Are Shown It Properly, And In Due Time, They See It Such As It Really Is, Equally Shared By Pain And Pleasure, Hope And Disappointment.

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!

This Perpetual Round Of Constrained Civilities To Persons Quite Indifferent To Us, Is The Most Provoking And Tiresome Thing In Theworld, But It Is Unavoidable In A Country Town, Where Everybody Is Known.... 'tis A Most Shocking And Unworthy Way Of Spending Our Precious Irrecoverable Time, To Those Who Know Not Its Value.

To Save The Mind From Preying Inwardly Upon Itself, It Must Be Encouraged To Some Outward Pursuit.

But How Cool, How Quiet Is True Courage!