ადამიანი არის მოწაფე, ტკივილი არის მისი მასწავლებელი, და ვერავინ შეიცნობს თავის თავს ტანჯვის განცდის გარეშე. - Alfred de Musset

Les grands artistes n'ont pas de patrie.

Great artists have no country.

All men are liars, fickle, chatterers, hypocrites, proud or cowardly, despicable, sensual ; all women faithless, tricky, vain, inquisitive, and depraved. The world is only a bottomless cesspool, where the most shapeless sea-beasts climb and writhe on mountains of slime. But there is in the world a thing holy and sublime — the union of two of these beings, imperfect and frightful as they are. One is often deceived in love, often wounded, often unhappy ; but one loves, and on the brink of the grave one turns to look back and says : I have suffered often, sometimes I have been mistaken, but I have loved. It is I who have lived, and not a spurious being bred of my pride and my sorrow

The heart that once has been your shrine for other loves is too divine