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To
love all ages yield surrender;
But to the young it’s raptures
bring
A blessing bountiful and tender
–
As storms refresh the fields of
spring.
It
is better to have dreamed a
thousand dreams that never were
than never to have dreamed at
all.
A
deception that elevates us is
dearer than a host of low
truths.
It’s a lucky man, a very lucky
man, who is committed to what he
believes, who has stifled
intellectual detachment and can
relax in the luxury of his
emotions – like a tipsy traveler
resting for the night at wayside
inn.
Somewhere between obsession and
compulsion is impulse.
Ballet is a dance executed by
the human soul.
Fearing no insult, asking for no
crown, receive with indifference
both flattery and slander, and
do not argue with a fool.
Don’t be sad, don’t be angry, if
life deceives you! Submit to
your grief – your time for joy
will come, believe me.
If you but knew the flames that
burn in me which I attempt to
beat down with my reason.
My
whole life has been pledged to
this meeting with you...
I want to understand you, I
study your obscure language.
Unrequited love is not an
affront to man but raises him.
With womankind, the less we love
them, the easier they become to
charm.
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.
Ecstasy is a glass full of tea
and a piece of sugar in the
mouth.
Please, never despise the
translator. He’s the mailman of
human civilization.
As long as there is one heart on
Earth where I still live, my
memory will not die.
Try to be forgotten. Go live in
the country. Stay in mourning
for two years, then remarry, but
choose somebody decent.
Moral maxims are surprisingly
useful on occasions when we can
invent little else to justify
our actions.
In
this age of infamy, man's choice
is but to be a tyrant, traitor,
prisoner: No other choice has
he.
Young man! If my notes should
fall into your hands, remember
that the best and most enduring
changes are those which stem
from an improvement in moral
behaviour, without any violent
upheaval.
We’ve got to have forbidden
fruit,
Or Eden’s joys for us are moot.
To
“seek inspiration” has always
seemed to me a ridiculous and
absurd fancy: inspiration cannot
be sought out; it must find the
poet.
Light-minded society mercilessly
persecutes in reality what it
allows in theory.
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