Write for pleasure and publish for money.

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

Play interests me very much," said Hermann: "but I am not in the position to sacrifice the necessary in the hope of winning the superfluous.

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.

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.

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

Cabbage soup and barley. They're Russia's national food. Both excellent in their way, but a shade monotonous.