I Wish The Opera Was

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 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.

Tis Best To Build No Castles In The Air.

Nothing Is So Delicate As The Reputation Of A Woman; It Is At Once The Most Beautiful And Most Brittle Of All Human Things.

I Wish The Opera Was Every Night. It Is, Of All Entertainments, The Sweetest And Most Delightful. Some Of The Songs Seemed To Melt My Very Soul.