The world has grown suspicious of anything that looks like a happy married life.

He is fairer than the morning star, and whiter than the moon. For his body I would give my soul, and for his love I would surrender heaven.

The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her.

One should absorb the colour of life, but one should never remember its details. Details are always vulgar.

Common sense is the enemy of Romance :P:P

The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me.

The gods are strange. It is not our vices only they make instruments to scourge us. They bring us to ruin through what in us is good, gentle, humane, loving.