A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.
He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace!
My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.
I am ashes where once I was fire.
Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair spirit for my minister
I do not believe in any religion, I will have nothing to do with immortality. We are miserable enough in this life without speculating upon another.