Who among us has not sought peace in a song?
To be perfectly happy it does not suffice to possess happiness, it is necessary to have deserved it.
Fame must have enemies, as light must have gnats.
My day's work will begin again the next morning. The tomb is not a blind alley.
Rhyme, that enslaved queen, that supreme charm of our poetry, that creator of our meter.
The true artist can only labor con amore.