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

Try to be forgotten. Go live in the country. Stay in mourning for two years, then remarry, but choose somebody decent.

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

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

I loved you: and, it may be, from my soul The former love has never gone away, But let it not recall to you my dole; I wish not sadden you in any way. I loved you silently, without hope, fully, In diffidence, in jealousy, in pain; I loved you so tenderly and truly, As let you else be loved by any man.

Moral maxims are surprisingly useful on occasions when we can invent little else to justify our actions.

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