Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wast >>
One evening I sat Beauty on my knees --And I found her bitter --And I >>
Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge. >>
The finest lives in my opinion are the common model, without miracle a >>
We never live, but we hope to live; and as we are always arranging to >>
He has not lived badly whose birth and death has been unnoticed by the >>
Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.