At last she was going to know the joys of love, the fever of the happiness she had despaired of. She was entering a marvelous realm where all would be passion, ecstasy, rapture: she was in the midst of an endless blue expanse, scaling the glittering heights of passion; everyday life had receded, and lay far below, in the shadows between those peaks.

Never had her eyes been so enormous, so dark, so deep: her whole being was transfigured by some subtle emanation.

How happy she had been in those days! How free! How full of hope! How rich in illusions! There were no illusions left now. She had had to part with some each t…

Our duty is to feel what is great and love what is beautiful -- not to accept all the social conventions and the infamies they impose on us.

Upon a darkened night the flame of love was burning in my breast And by a lantern bright I fled my house while all in quiet rest. Shrouded by the night and by …

But I was in search of love in those days, and I went full of curiousity and the faint, unrecognized apprehension that here, at last, I should find that low do…

If you've lost your faith in love and music The end won't be long But if it's gone for you I too may lose it And that would be wrong...