... It's Vastly More Irksome To Give

I Am Ashamed Of Confessing That I Have Nothing To Confess.

While All The Pomp And Circumstance Of War Animated Others, It Only Saddened Me; And All Of Past Reflection, All Of Future Dread, Made The Whole Grandeur Of The Martial Scene, And All The Delusive Seduction Of Martial Music, Fill My Eyes Frequently With Tears.

Those Who Wander In The World Avowedly And Purposely In Pursuit Of Happiness, Who View Every Scene Of Present Joy With An Eye To What May Succeed, Certainly Are More Liable To Disappointment, Misfortune And Unhappiness, Than Those Who Give Up Their Fate To Chance And Take The Goods And Evils Of Fortune As They Come, Without Making Happiness Their Study, Or Misery Their Foresight.

A Youthful Mind Is Seldom Totally Free From Ambition; To Curb That, Is The First Step To Contentment, Since To Diminish Expectation Is To Increase Enjoyment.

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!