I am a flirt: I have no heart: I have an actor's nature.

Oh, gentle feelings, soft sounds, the goodness and the gradual stilling of a soul that has been moved; the melting happiness of the first tender, touching joys of love- where are you?

Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late.

That is what poetry can do. It speaks to us of what does not exist, which is not only better than what exists, but even more like the truth.

You may live a long while with some people and be on friendly terms with them and never speak openly with them from your soul.

Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.

It's all romanticism, nonsense, rottenness, art.