You are very amiable, no doubt, but you would be charming if you would only depart.
Through the ingenuousness of her age beamed an ardent mind, a mind not of the women but of the poet; she did not please, she intoxicated.
......When one loves, one is only too ready to believe one's love returned.
Youth is a blossom whose fruit is love; happy is he who plucks it after watching it slowly ripen.
Sometimes one has suffered enough to have the right to never say: I am too happy.
Now I'd like someone to tell me there is no drama in real life!