Flowers belong to Fairyland: the flowers and the birds and the butterflies are all that the world has kept of its golden age--the only perfectly beautiful things on earth--joyous, innocent, half divine--useless, say they who are wiser than God.
A cruel story runs on wheels, and every hand oils the wheels as they run.
Friendship needs to be rooted in respect, but love can live upon itself alone
We only see clearly when we have reached the depths of woe.
Love is cruel as the grave.
Fame nowadays is little else but notoriety.