My Heart Is Lost; The Beasts Have

I Have To Confess That I Had Gambled On My Soul And Lost It With Heroic Insouciance And Lightness Of Touch. The Soul Is So Impalpable, So Often Useless, And Sometimes Such A Nuisance, That I Felt No More Emotion On Losing It Than If, On A Stroll, I Had Mislaid My Visiting Card.

When A Singer Puts His Hand On His Heart, It Means Usually, I Will Always Love You!

There Is No Sweeter Pleasure Than To Surprise A Man By Giving Him More Than He Hopes For.

There Are As Many Kinds Of Beauty As There Are Habitual Ways Of Seeking Happiness.

The Poet Enjoys The Incomparable Privilege Of Being Able To Be Himself And Others, As He Wishes.