Of two friends, one is always the slave of the other, although frequently neither acknowledges the fact to himself.
If only people thought a little more about it, they would see that life is not worrying about so much.
Love, like fire, goes out without fuel.
We almost always forgive those we understand.
In people's eyes I readPages of malice and sin.
For what did the creator prepare me,Why did he so terribly contradictThe hopes of my youth?