The artist is the lover of nature; therefore he is her slave and her master.
At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
The biggest changes in a women's nature are brought by love; in man, by ambition
The world has kissed my Soul with its pain, asking for its return in Songs.
O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.
The same stream of life that runs through the world runs through my veins night and day.