The heart that once has been your shrine for other loves is too divine
The mouth keeps silent to hear the heart speak.
It is easy to promise, and alas! How easy to forget!
Look at the sun! It’s dry, it’s dead, it needs a drink, it wants blood! And I’ll give it blood!
The most disagreeable thing that your worst enemy says to your face does not approach what your best friends say behind your back.
I deeply wished I could make the stars all come down and breathe them; disappear in them