My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you.

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.

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

I loved you; even now I may confess, Some embers of my love their fire retain; But do not let it cause you more distress, I do not want to sadden you again. Hopeless and tongue tied, yet I loved you dearly With pangs the jealous and the timid know; So tenderly I loved you, so sincerely, I pray God grant another love you so.

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

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

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