Yet, the memory of our ancient affection is often with me, and the thought that loathing, bitterness and contempt should for ever take that place in my heart once held love is very sad to me...
I have no doubt that in thsi letter in which I have to write of your life and of mine, of the past and of the future, of sweet things changed to bitterness and of bitter things that may be turned into joy, there will be much that will wound your vanity to the quick.
The real fool, as the gods mock or mar, is he who does not know himself. I was much a one too long. You have been such a one too long...The supreme vice is shallowness.
You yourself have walked free among the flowers. From me the beautiful world of colour and motion has been taken away.
You couldn't know, you couldn't understand, you couldn't appreciate...
I had no right to expect it of you at all, Your interests were merely in your meals and moods. Your desires were simply for amusements, for ordinary or less ordinary pleasures. 而我一点也无权指望你能做到这些，你的兴趣所在，不外乎餐饭和喜怒。你的欲望所寄，不外是寻欢作乐，不过是平平庸庸或等而下之的消遣享福而已。
I blame myself without reserve for my weakness. It was merely weakness.
In every relation of life with others one has to find some moyen de vivre. In your case, one had either to give up to you or to give you up.