To repair the irreparable ravages of time.
The day is not purer than the depths of my heart.
This innocence begins to weigh me down.
I have loved him too much not to hate
A tragedy need not have blood and death; it's enough that it all be filled with that majestic sadness that is the pleasure of tragedy.
And forever goodbye! Forever! Oh, Sir, can you imagine how dreadful this cruel word sounds when one loves?