Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me, and drench me in loneliness.
Youth condemns; maturity condones.
Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.
Let us be of cheer, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come.
You are ice and fire the touch of you burns my hands like snow.