Няма по-голямо нещастие от това да си спомним за минала радост в момент, когато сме тъжни.

“Soft as the early morning breeze of May,which heralds dawn, rich with the grass…”

“I understood that to this mode of pain are doomed the sinners of the carnal kin…”

“The wish to hear such baseness is degrading.”

“There, pride, avarice, and envy are the tongues men know and heed, a Babel of d…”