Those hearts are inseparable, they have become one!
It is more terrible to lose your honor than to see yourself in rags!
Don't judge by clothes. He who honestly feeds himself by work is called noble.
And what do we care, if two people kiss with fire in the evening in the rye field!...
To freedom - greeting and honor. And let reason guard it. The tyrannies go to hell With all the tyrants together!
When you watch from the sidelines, how the gifts are distributed, you cannot remain calm. Poverty gnaws at those good people, and the uneducated and ignorant make them rich without blinking.
Blessed be the days of youth. Through the mists of time, old age fondly remembers them. The old man remembers the sunny mornings of his youth.
In the devil's quiver there is no better arrow to the heart than the gentle voice.
Man, in solitude, often feels less alone.
Where we are loved, there is the parental nest.
Bitterness is the teacher of the wise.
Friendship is love without wings.
If we're going to make mistakes, at least let's do it according to our heart's desire.
Even a swarm of insects stings when it comes to defending its right to life.
Of all the paths to a woman's heart, mercy is the shortest.
Sincere is the sorrow of one who weeps in secret.
He who knows more suffers more. Isn't the tree of science also the tree of life?
Love is vain and ambitious from beginning to end.
We live because Hope appeals to Memory, and both deceive us.
The singer must not sit near those on the throne.
The night shines on stars and women.
Kissing between women only symbolizes that they have nothing else to do at that moment.
It is true that at 50, you can rarely count on mutual love, but it is no less true that at this age you can have a lot with only 50 gold coins.
Is there hope without a little fear?
Love wounds don't always kill, but they never heal either.
To wipe, with love, a tear of the one who cries, is more precious than to bathe the whole world in blood.
Women's tears are moving, and men's are molten lead; because tears are a relief for women, but for us, a torture.
He who does not love his country cannot love anything.
It is full of affectionate love, hardened in temptations, but also in bitterness. Unwavering in parting, alien to pride. It's the same - a wonder - forever.
It's nice to read old letters because you don't have to answer them anymore.