Thus People--so It Seems To Me-- Become

Unrequited Love Is Not An Affront To Man But Raises Him.

My Dreams, My Dreams! What Has Become Of Their Sweetness? What Indeed Has Become Of My Youth?

With Womankind, The Less We Love Them, The Easier They Become To Charm.

Inspiration Is Needed In Geometry, Just As Much As In Poetry.

I’ve Lived To Bury My Desires, And See My Dreams Corrode With Rust; Now All That’s Left Are Fruitless Fires That Burn My Empty Heart To Dust.