L'amour est, comme la medecine, seulement l'art d'aider a la nature.

On peut citer de mauvais vers, quand ils sont d'un grand poete.

J'ai ete etonne du plaisir qu'on eprouve en faisant le bien.

Le succes, qui ne prouve pas toujours le merite, tient souvent davantage au choix du sujet qu'a son execution.

I lost myself to him and laid my face upon my lover's breast And care and grief grew dim as in the morning's mist became the light There they dimmed amongst th…

Women and men (both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn't they reaped their same sun moon stars rain: all by all and deep by dee…

As all the perfumes of the vanished day Rise from the earth still moistened with the dew So from my chastened soul beneath thy ray Old love is born anew.