The Old Woman I Shall Become Will

Age Continually Alters The Faces Of Those Who Think Or Study, And So Their Portraits Differ From One Another And Don't Even Resemble Them For Very Long. I Dream So Much And Live So Little That I'm Sometimes Only Three Years Old. But The Next Day I'm Three Hundred, If The Dream Has Been Sombre.

You See What Stupid Folk My Publishers Are; But They Are All Alike.

When I Tried To Draw Near, You Dissolved Into Air Before My Lips Could Touch You...

We Cannot Tear Out A Single Page Of Our Life, But We Can Throw The Whole Book In The Fire.

These Tears Do Me Good, They Have Watered The Parched Place; Perhaps My Heart Will Grow Again There!