I Am Ashamed Of Confessing

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

Can Any Thing, My Good Sir, Be More Painful To A Friendly Mind Than A Necessity Of Communicating Disagreeable Intelligence? Indeed, It Is Sometimes Difficult To Determine, Whether The Relater Or The Receiver Of Evil Tidings Is Most To Be Pitied.

I Looked About For Some Of My Acquaintance, But In Vain, For I Saw Not One Person That I Knew, Which Is Very Odd, For All The World Seemed There.

Travelling Is The Ruin Of All Happiness. There's No Looking At A Building Here After Seeing Italy.

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!