How glorious it is - and also how painful - to be an exception. |
Each memorable verse of a true poet has two or three times the written content. |
The return makes one love the farewell. |
I cannot help it - in spite of myself, infinity torments me. |
Things they don't understand always cause a sensation among the English. |
Great artists have no country. |
The most despairing songs are the most beautiful, and I know some immortal ones that are pure tears. |
There is no worse sorrow than remembering happiness in the day of sorrow. |
With a kiss let us set out for an unknown world. |
One must not trifle with love. |