、　　　亲爱的自己，从今天起，让自己平平淡淡的活着，学着爱自己，你是**的，做个**真实**乐**阳光的自己。

　　亲爱的自己，不要太在意一些人，太在乎一些事，顺其自然，用**心态面对一切，因为**就是这样，往往在在乎的事物面前，我们会显得没有价值。

　　亲爱的自己，**不要为难自己，比如不睡觉、不吃饭、难过、自责，这些都是傻瓜做的事。

　　亲爱的自己，如果不开心了，就找个角落或者在被子里哭一晚，哭过笑过一切从新再来，你不需要任何人的同情可怜，从零开始，一样可以开心生活。

　　亲爱的自己，学会控制自己的情绪，谁都不欠你，所以你没有道理跟任何人随便发脾气，耍性子。
M. de Chabrillane let his cousin go. He came white to the lips, his eyes glaring at the lad who so recklessly insulted him. And then he checked. It may be that he remembered suddenly the relationship in which this young man was popularly believed to stand to the Seigneur de Gavrillac, and the well-known affection in which the Seigneur held him. And so he may have realized that if he pushed this matter further, he might find himself upon the horns of a dilemma. He would be confronted with the alternatives of shedding more blood, and so embroiling himself with the Lord of Gavrillac at a time when that gentleman’s friendship was of the first importance to him, or else of withdrawing with such hurt to his dignity as must impair his authority in the countryside hereafter.

Be it so or otherwise, the fact remains that he stopped short; then, with an incoherent ejaculation, between anger and contempt, he tossed his arms, turned on his heel and strode off quickly with his cousin.

When the landlord and his people came, they found Andre–Louis, his arms about the body of his dead friend, murmuring passionately into the deaf ear that rested almost against his lips:”