I have so much in me, and the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much, and without her it all comes to nothing.

What I possess, seems far away to me, and what is gone becomes reality.

Just as, out of habit, one consults a run-down clock as though it were still going, so too one may look at the face of a beautiful woman as though he still loved her.

My poor head is in such a whirl, my mind is all in bits.

How many kings are governed by their ministers, how many ministers by their secretaries? Who, in such cases, is really the chief?

Talk well of the absent whenever you have the opportunity.

I will be lord over myself.