I am malicious because I am miserable
I am alone and miserable. Only someone as ugly as I am could love me.
There is something so different in Venice from any other place in the world, that you leave at once all accustomed habits and everyday sights to enter an enchanted garden.
A solitary being is by instinct a wanderer.
His conversation was marked by its happy abundance.
My spirit will sleep in peace; or if it thinks, it will not surely think thus. Farewell.