Date: June 1, 1732

"Oh! give me way, come all you Furies, come, / Lodge in th'unfurnish'd Chambers of my Heart, / My Heart which never shall be let again / To any Guest but endless Misery, / Never shall have a Bill upon it more."

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)

Date: 1736

"Awake, great Common Sense, and sleep no more, / Look to thy self; for then, when I was slain, / Thy self was struck at."

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)

Date: 1742

"But what hurt her most was, that in reality she had not so entirely conquered her Passion; the little God lay lurking in her Heart, tho' Anger and Disdain so hoodwinked her, that she could not see him"

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)

Date: 1743

"My Mind was like a City up in Arms, all Confusion; and every new Thought was a fresh Disturber of my Peace."

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)

Date: 1743

"[T]here are Weaknesses in vulgar Life, which are commonly [Page 160] called Tenderness; to which great Minds are so entirely Strangers, that they have not even an Idea of them"

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)

Date: 1743

"Besides, as I never once thought, my Mind was useless to me, and I was an absolute Stranger to all the Pleasures arising from it"

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)

Date: 1743

"Mine is a true English Heart; it is an equal Stranger to the Heat of the Equator and the Frost of the Pole."

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)

Date: 1743

"The Pleasantness of this Vision, therefore, served only, on his awakening, to set forth his present Misery with additional Horrour, and to heighten the dreadful Ideas which now crowded on his Mind"

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)

Date: 1749

A "Somewhat" may inhabit in the human breast that resembles the "famous Trunkmaker in the Playhouse"

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)

Date: 1749

"I might honestly enough have concealed this Wish from the Reader, as it was one of those secret spontaneous Emotions of the Soul, to which the Reason is often a Stranger."

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)