When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange - my youth.
Wisdom is not acquired save as the result of investigation.
Life is but thought.
Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.
Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.
Oh who can tell the range of joy or set the bounds of beauty?