Concealment Is The Foe Of Tranquility.

How Little Has Situation To Do With Happiness.

But How Cool, How Quiet Is True Courage!

Never Shall I Recollect The Occasion He Gave Me Of Displeasure, Without Feeling It Renewed.

Childhood Is Never Troubled With Foresight.

To Nobody, Then, Will I Write My Journal! Since To Nobody Can I Be Wholly Unreserved, To Nobody Can I Reveal Every Thought, Every Wish Of My Heart, With The Most Unlimited Confidence, The Most Unremitting Sincerity, To The End Of My Life!