Never Give Up Listening To The Sounds

The Fact Is I Am Growing Old Too Fast, Alas! I Feel It, And Yet Work I Will, And May God Grant Me Life To See The Last Plate Of My Mammoth Work Finished.

I Discover That My Friends Think Only Of My Apparel, And Those Upon Whom I Have Conferred Acts Of Kindness Prefer To Remind Me Of My Errors.

As I Grew Up I Was Fervently Desirous Of Becoming Acquainted With Nature.

On The 17th Of May, The Delos Put Out To Sea. I Was Immediately Affected With Sea-sickness, Which, However, Lasted But A Short Time. I Remained On Deck Constantly, Forcing Myself To Exercise.

I Can Scarcely Manage To Scribble A Tolerable English Letter. I Know That I Am Not A Scholar, But Meantime I Am Aware That No Man Living Knows Better Than I Do The Habits Of Our Birds.