The Wise Man Does Not Grow Old,

What Makes Night Within Us May Leave Stars.

The Poor Man Shuddered, Overflowed With An Angelic Joy; He Declared In His Transport That This Would Last Through Life; He Said To Himself That He Really Had Not Suffered Enough To Deserve Such Radiant Happiness, And He Thanked God, In The Depths Of His Soul, For Having Permitted That He, A Miserable Man, Should Be So Loved By This Innocent Being.

O Youth! Thou Often Tearest Thy Wings Against The Thorns Of Voluptuousness.

The Persistence Of An All-absorbing Idea Is Terrible.

The Repose Of Darkness Is Deeper On The Water Than On The Land.