Know that the secret of the arts is to correct nature.
We are all guilty of the good we did not do
The mouth obeys poorly when the heart murmurs.
Life is a shipwreck but we must not forget to sing in the lifeboats.
He was my equal in beauty, a paragon of grace and charm, sparkling with wit, and burning with love. I adored him to distraction, to the point of idolatry: I loved him as one can never love twice.
Come! you presence will either give me life or kill me with pleasure.