Enjoy What You Can, Endure What You

Vanity Is A Desire Of Personal Glory, The Wish To Be Appreciated, Honoured, And Run After, Not Because Of One's Personal Qualities, Merits, And Achievements, But Because Of One's Individual Existence. At Best, Therefore, It Is A Frivolous Beauty Whim It Befits.

It Is Only Necessary To Grow Old To Become More Charitable And Even Indulgent. I See No Fault Committed By Others That I Have Not Committed Myself.

In The Realm Of Ideas Everything Depends On Enthusiasm... In The Real World All Rests On Perseverance.

And We Went Our Separate Ways Without Having Understood Each Other. As In This World Nobody Understands The Other Easily.

I Do Not Now Begin, - I Still Adore Her Whom I Early Cherish'd In My Breast; Then Once Again With Prudence Dispossess'd, And To Whose Heart I'm Driven Back Once More. The Love Of Petrarch, That All-glorious Love, Was Unrequited, And, Alas, Full Sad.