A strange thing, the human heart in general, and woman's heart in particular.

If only people thought a little more about it, they would see that life is not worrying about so much.

Evil spawns evil. The first experience of torture gives an understanding of the pleasure in tormenting others.

Love, like fire, goes out without fuel.

It is sad to see a young man's fondest hopes and dreams shattered when the rose-colured veil is plucked away and he sees the actions and feelings of men for what they are. But he still has the hope of replacing his old illusions with others, just as fleeting, but also just as sweet.

He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace.

For what did the creator prepare me,Why did he so terribly contradictThe hopes of my youth?