The Only Truth Is Love Beyond Reason.

The Most Disagreeable Thing That Your Worst Enemy Says To Your Face Does Not Approach What Your Best Friends Say Behind Your Back.

Each Memorable Verse Of A True Poet Has Two Or Three Times The Written Content.

It Was One Of Those Somber Evenings When The Sighing Of The Wind Resembles The Moans Of A Dying Man; A Storm Was Brewing, And Between The Splashes Of Rain On The Windows There Was The Silence Of Death. All Nature Suffers In Such Moments; The Trees Writhe In Pain And Twist Their Heads; The Birds Of The Fields Cower Under The Bushes; The Streets Of Cities Are Deserted.

... But One Loves, And When One Is On The Brink Of Death, One Turns Around To Look Backward, And One Says To Oneself: "i Have Often Suffered, I Have Sometimes Been Wrong, But I Have Loved.

Oh! My Friend, When You Feel Bursting On Your Lips The Vow Of Eternal Love, Do Not Be Afraid To Yield, But Do Not Confound Wine With Intoxication; Do Not Think The Cup Divine Because The Draft Is Of Celestial Flavor; Do Not Be Astonished To Find It Broken And Empty In The Evening.