I am married and happy. My only wish is that nothing will change.

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

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

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

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.

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