Hunting, fishing, drawing, and music occupied my every moment. Cares I knew not, and cared naught about them.

Almost every day, instead of going to school when I ought to have gone, I usually made for the fields, where I spent the day.

I wish I had eight pairs of hands, and another body to shoot the specimens.

Never give up listening to the sounds of birds.

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.

The best recommendation I can have is my own talents, and the fruits of my own labors, and what others will not do for me, I will try and do for myself.

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.