Love is not dumb. The heart speaks many ways.
Often it is fatal to live too long.
The principal rule of art is to please and to move. All the other rules were created to achieve this first one.
The part I remember best is the beginning.
By dying I wanted to maintain my honor, and hide a flame so black from the daylight!
Love is not a fire to be shut up in a soul. Everything betrays us: voice, silence, eyes; half-covered fires burn all the brighter.