You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream. I worshipped you. I grew jealous of every one to whom you spoke. I wanted to have you all to myself.

“En este mundo sólo hay dos tragedias: una es no conseguir lo que deseas y la ot…”

“The wind shook some blossoms from the trees, and the heavy lilac blooms, with t…”

“A we wszystkich romansach najgorsze jest to, że człowiek wychodzi z nich pozbaw…”

“Suddenly I found myself face to face with the young man whose personality had s…”