The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a lieftime.

I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.

The mocker is never taken seriously when he is most serious.

Have read little and understood less.

I'd love to have the whole place swimming in roses

No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.

Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.