“A strange thing, the human heart in general, and woman’s heart in particular.”

Love, like fire, goes out without fuel.

We survive on novelty, so much less demanding than commitment.

He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace.

We almost always forgive those we understand.

I was born, so that the whole world could be a spectator Of my triumph or my doom.

Passions are merely ideas in their initial stage.

Happiness comes the way the wind blows.

I want to reconcile myself with heaven, I want to love, I want to pray, I want to believe in good.

One should never spurn a penitent criminal: in his despair he may become twice as much a criminal as before.

No good ever becomes of a man who forgets an old friend.

For what did the creator prepare me,Why did he so terribly contradict, The hopes of my youth?

And I, as I lived, in an alien land, Will die a slave and an orphan.

Women love only those whom they do not know!

My love had grown one with my soul; it became darker, but did not go out.

An unusual beginning must have an unusual end.

What is this eternity to me without you? What is the infinity of my domains? Empty ringing words, A spacious temple – without a divinity!