It seems to me that we all look at Nature too much, and live with her too little.
If I hadn't believed it, then I wouldn't have seen it
Every woman becomes their mother. That's their tragedy. And no man becomes his. That's his tragedy.
Love! What is love? It's nothing. It's just a word. It doesn't exist. Only pleasure is important.
I can stand brute force, but brute reason is quite unbearable.
Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love: it is the faithless who know love's tragedies.