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I’ve lived to bury my desires, And see my dreams corrode with rust; Now all that’s left are fruitless fires That burn my empty heart to dust.

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I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.
Thus people--so it seems to me-- Become good friends from sheer ennui.
It's a lucky man who leaves early from life's banquet, before he's drained to the dregs his goblet - full of wine; yes, it's a lucky man who has not read life's novel to the end, but has been wise enough to part with it abruptly - like me with my Onegin.
..depression still kept guard on him, and chased after him like a shadow - or like a faithful wife.
My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
Play interests me very much," said Hermann: "but I am not in the position to sacrifice the necessary in the hope of winning the superfluous.
People are so like their first mother Eve: what they are given doesn't take their fancy. The serpent is forever enticing them to come to him, to the tree of mystery. They must have the forbidden fruit, or paradise will not be paradise for them.
Moral maxims are surprisingly useful on occasions when we can invent little else to justify our actions.
The less we love her when we woo her, The more we draw a woman in,
Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.