In truth, it is I who have defiled myself, for one is one s own fiercest enemy.
I wanted to escape from love, but didn't know how.
Nobody will be able to forgive me but myself.
The self is every person's true enemy.
Happiness is to take up the struggle in the midst of the raging storm and not to pluck the lute in the moonlight or recite poetry among the blossoms.
Live and die your own way, unnoticed.