Romanticism is the abuse of adjectives
Become corrupt, corrupt, and you will cease to suffer!" This has been the cry of all cities to man.
The return makes one love the farewell.
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.
Any cigar smoker is a friend, because I know how he feels.
Partake of love as a temperate man partakes of wine; do not become intoxicated.