In Love Matters; Keep Your Pen From

Man Is A Pupil, Pain Is His Teacher.

The Apartments Of The Rich Are Cabinets Of Curiosities: A Conglomeration Of Classical Antiquity, Gothic, Renaissance; Louis Xiii... Something From Every Century But Our Own, A Predicament That Has Arisen In No Other Period... So That We Seem To Be Subsisting On The Ruins Of The Past, As If The End Of The World Were Near.

A Happy Memory Is Perhaps On This Earth Truer Than Happiness Itself.

There Is No Worse Sorrow Than Remembering Happiness In The Day Of Sorrow.

In My Flowery Dreams There's Always You. I Do Not Regret It One Bit.