Autumn is no time to lie alone
You that in far-off countries of the sky can dwell secure, look back upon me here; for I am weary of this frail world's decay.
No penance can your hard heart find save such as you long since have taught me to endure
There are as many sorts of women as there are women.
Real things in the darkness seem no realer than dreams.
One ought not to be unkind to a woman merely on account of her plainness, any more than one had a right to take liberties with her merely because she was handsome