Those who have never been ill are incapable of real sympathy for a great many misfortunes
If only we could lean over the soul we love and see as in a mirror the image we cast!
Through loyalty to the past, our mind refuses to realize that tomorrow's joy is possible only if today's makes way for it; that each wave owes the beauty of its line only to the withdrawal of the preceding one.
Solitude is bearable only with God.
Drunkenness is never anything but a substitute for happiness.
'Therefore' is a word the poet must not know.