With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy.
Profits on the exchange are the treasures of goblins.
Harmony is pure love, for love is a concerto.
Dreaming of a tomorrow, which tomorrow, will be as distant then as 'tis today.
There is no greater glory than love, nor any greater punishment than jealousy.
All right, then, I'll say it: Dante makes me sick.
But life is short: while one lives, everything is lacking; when one is dead, everything is superfluous.
The fire of love and the cold of time, deprive my sweet love of his peace of mind.
Without love, the world itself would not survive.