—I have just been reading Goethe's Lebensregel.
It is easy to say Do not trouble yourself with useless regrets for the past; enjoy the present, and leave the future to God.
But it is not easy for characters, which are by nature neither calm nor careless, to act upon these rules.
I am rather of the opinion of Novalis, that Wer sich der hochsten Lieb ergeben Genest von ihnen Wunden nie.
But I will endeavor to profit by the instructions of the great philosopher who teaches, I think, what Christ did, to use without overvaluing the world.
Circumstances have decided that I must not go to Europe, and shut upon me the door, as I think, forever, to the scenes I could have loved.
Let me now try to forget myself, and act for others' sakes.
What I can do with my pen, I know not. At present, I feel no confidence or hope.
The expectations so many have been led to cherish by my conversational powers, I am disposed to deem ill-founded.
I do not think I can produce a valuable work.