I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.

Fearing no insult, asking for no crown, receive with indifference both flattery and slander, and do not argue with a fool.

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

My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?

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

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.

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