The fumes of wine fermented in my head; it was one of those moments of intoxication when all that ones sees and hears, speaks to one of the adored.... One would willingly embrace all who smile, and one feels that he is brother of all who live.

The heart that once has been your shrine for other loves is too divine

Become corrupt, corrupt, and you will cease to suffer!" This has been the cry of all cities to man.

A lively retrospect summons back to us once more our youth, with vivid reflex of its early joys and unstained pleasures.

I deeply wished I could make the stars all come down and breathe them; disappear in them

I have come too late into a world too old.

Oh! my friend, when you feel bursting on your lips the vow of eternal love, do not be afraid to yield, but do not confound wine with intoxication; do not think the cup divine because the draft is of celestial flavor; do not be astonished to find it broken and empty in the evening.