Follow your path, and let the people talk.
I was so full of sleep at the time that I left the true way.
O foolish anxiety of wretched man, how inconclusive are the arguments which make thee beat thy wings below!
The devil is not as black as he is painted.
Because there is no man who can be true and just judge of himself, so much will self-love deceive him.
As little flowers, which the chill of night has bent and huddled, when the white sun strikes, grow straight and open fully on their stems, so did I, too, with my exhausted force.