Your pale face used to flush easily with wine or pleasure.

If, as you read what is here written, it from time to time becomes scorched, as though by a furnace blast, with shame, it will be all the better for you.

The supreme vice is shallowness.

Whatever is realised is right.
How clearly I saw it then, as now, I need not tell you.

But I said to myself, "At all costs I must keep love in my heart.