I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.
A woman is always buying something.
Few love what they may have.
Happy the man who can count his sufferings.
My hopes are not always realized, but I always hope.
Who can carryThe incineration of a Universe?
Whether they give or refuse women are glad to have been asked.
If thou wouldst marry wisely marry thine equal.
He loved a lifeless thing and he was utterly and hopelessly wretched.
Many women long for what eludes them, and like not what is offered them.
Nowadays nothing but money counts: a fortune brings honors, friendships the poor man everywhere lies low.
What one beholds of a woman is the least part of her.
Enhance and intensify one's vision of that synthesis of truth and beauty which is the highest and deepest reality.
Sleep rest of nature O sleep most gentle of the divinities peace of the soul thou at whose presence care disappears who soothest hearts wearied with daily employments and makest them strong aga...
As the yellow gold is tried in fire so the faith of friendship must be seen in adversity.
It is some relief to weep grief is satisfied and carried off by tears.
What is it that love does to a woman? Without she only sleeps with it alone, she lives.