Happiness may have but one night, as glory but one day.
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.
I cannot help it - in spite of myself, infinity torments me.
I have come too late into a world too old.
One must not trifle with love
Take time as it comes, the wind as it blows, woman as she is.