Unrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.

I do not like Moscow life. You live here not as you want to live, but as old women want you to.

It is better to have dreamed a thousand dreams that never were than never to have dreamed at all.

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

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

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

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