У ночи много звезд прелестных, Красавиц много на Москве. Но ярче всех подруг небесных Луна в воздушной синеве. - Alexander Pushkin

..depression still kept guard on him, and chased after him like a shadow - or like a faithful wife.

Whom, then, to love? Whom to believe?
Who is the only one that won't betray us?
Who measures all deeds, all speeches
obligingly by our own foot rule?
Who does not sow slander about us?
Who coddles us with care?
To whom our vice is not so bad?
Who never bores us?
Unlike a futile phantom-seeker
who wastes effort in vain-
love your own self,
my honorworthy reader.
A worthy object! Nothing
more amiable surely exists.

We’ve got to have forbidden fruit, Or Eden’s joys for us are moot.