In love, self-love is always at risk.
The vices of youth now exceed my powers, but not my fancy.
Oblivion waits without beckoning or threatening.
Flatter me, but delicately, please, for I am fastidious.
When appearance and reality coincide, philosophy and literary criticism find themselves with nothing to say.
Worried about being a dull fellow? You might develop your talent for being irritating.