Love's over brimming mystery joins death and life. It has filled my cup of pain with joy.

No one loves the real me inside. They're all in love with my fame, my stardom.

Let us beware of saying that death is the opposite of life. The living being is only a species of the dead, and a very rare species.

It is true: we love life, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving.

O mighty and once living instrument of formative nature. Incapable of availing thyself of thy vast strength thou hast to abandon a life of stillness and to obey the law which God and time gave to procreative nature.

As for me, to love you alone, to make you happy, to do nothing which would contradict your wishes, this is my destiny and the meaning of my life.