If my face did not answer for me, if men did not read in my eyes and in my voice the innocence of intention, I had not lived so long without quarrels and without giving offence, seeing the indiscreet whatever comes into my head, and to judge so rashly of things.
Neure aurpegiak ez balu neure ordez erantzun, neure begietan eta neure ahotsean irakurriko ez balitz neure xedearen soiltasuna, ez nukeen liskarrik ez laidorik gabe hain luzaz iraunen, zuzen edo makur irudimenera datorkidan guztiaren esateko libertate nabarmen honekin eta gauzei buruz hain ausarki epaitzen.