With womankind, the less we love them, the easier they become to charm.

It's a lucky man, a very lucky man, who is committed to what he believes, who has stifled intellectual detachment and can relax in the luxury of his emotions - like a tipsy traveller resting for the night at wayside inn.

With womankind, the less we love them, the easier they become to charm.

I loved you; even now I may confess, Some embers of my love their fire retain; But do not let it cause you more distress, I do not want to sadden you again. Hopeless and tongue tied, yet I loved you dearly With pangs the jealous and the timid know; So tenderly I loved you, so sincerely, I pray God grant another love you so.

I was not born to amuse the Tsars.

Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.

My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you.