I will not say that women have no character; rather, they have a new one every day.
The men of the past had convictions, while we moderns have only opinions.
Man,--the aristocrat amongst the animals.
Out of my own great woe I make my little songs.
Where words leave off, music begins.
Oh, they loved dearly: their souls kissed, they kissed with their eyes, they were both but one single kiss.