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.

Sad that our finest aspiration, Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.

To love all ages yield surrender; But to the young it's raptures bring A blessing bountiful and tender- As storms refresh the fields of spring.

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

As long as there is one heart on Earth where I still live, my memory will not die.

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

If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.