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

Look at the sun! It’s dry, it’s dead, it needs a drink, it wants blood! And I’ll give it blood!

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.

In my flowery dreams there's always you. I do not regret it one bit.

One must not trifle with love

Partake of love as a temperate man partakes of wine; do not become intoxicated.