There is no describing the feeling of being mistreated by a successful rival in front of the woman you worship.

Love knows no virtue, no profit; it loves and forgives and suffers everything, because it must. It is not our judgment that leads us; it is neither the advantages nor the faults which we discover, that make us abandon ourselves, or that repel us. It is a sweet, soft, enigmatic power that drives us on. We cease to think, to feel, to will; we let ourselves be carried away by it, and ask not whither?

You know how to paint pleasure, cruelty, arrogance in glowing colors.

Until then I had lived as I had painted and versified - that is, I never got far beyond priming canvas, beyond penning an outline, a first act, a first stanza. There are simply people who start all sorts of things and yet never finish any of them. And that was the kind of person I was.

The true comic muse is the one with tears running down under her laughing mask.

There is no describing the feeling of being mistreated by a successful rival in front of the woman you worship.

Love knows no virtue, no merit; it loves and forgives and tolerates everything because it must. We are not guided by reason.