I’ve lived to bury my desires, And see my dreams corrode with rust; Now all that’s left are fruitless fires That burn my empty heart to dust.

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

A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.

I've lived to bury my desires and see my dreams corrode with rust now all that's left are fruitless fires that burn my empty heart to dust. Struck by the clouds of cruel fate My crown of Summer bloom is sere Alone and sad, I watch and wait And wonder if the end is near. As conquered by the last cold air When Winter whistles in the wind Alone upon a branch that's bare A trembling leaf is left behind.

Inspiration is needed in geometry, just as much as in poetry.

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

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