There Is No Remedy But Love For

One Needs Only To Get Old To Become Milder; I Don't See Anyone Make A Mistake I Hadn't Also Made.

I Make Presents To The Mother But Think Of The Daughter.

Who Can Think Wise Or Stupid Things At All That Were Not Thought Already In The Past.

Give Shape, Artist! Don't Talk! Your Poem Be But A Breath.

Those Who Make Use Of Devotion As A Means And End Generally Are Hypocrites.