A Page Of My Journal

He Had No Settled Plan Of Life, Nor Looked Forward At All, But Merely Lived From Day To Day. Yet He Read A Great Deal In A Desultory Manner, Without Any Scheme Of Study, As Chance Threw Books In His Way, And Inclination Directed Him Through Them.

My Curiosity To See The Melancholy Spectacle Of The Executions Was So Strong That I Could Not Resist It, Although I Was Sensible That I Would Suffer Much From It.... I Got Upon A Scaffold Near The Fatal Tree So That I Could Clearly See All The Dismal Scene.... I Was Most Terribly Shocked, And Thrown Into A Very Deep Melancholy.

I Am Now To Offer Some Thoughts Upon That Sameness Or Familiarity Which We Frequently Find Between Passages In Different Authors Without Quotation. This May Be One Of Three Things Either What Is Called Plagiarism, Or Imitation, Or Coincidence.

Drinking Is In Reality An Occupation Which Employs A Considerable Portion Of The Time Of Many People; And To Conduct It In The Most Rational And Agreeable Manner Is One Of The Great Arts Of Living.

If A Man Is Prodigal, He Cannot Be Truly Generous.