The swan, like the soul of the poet, By the dull world is ill understood.
A fool may talk, but a wise man speaks.
I live, which is the main point.
Oh, they loved dearly: their souls kissed, they kissed with their eyes, they were both but one single kiss.
The years keep coming and going, Men will arise & depart; Only one thing is immortal: The love that is in my heart.
Great genius takes shape by contact with another great genius, but less by assimilation than by friction.