An old man in the street
his simple tale to the old woman
it's nothing it sounds like a tenuous ...

NARROW paths my passions tread:
Laughter rings there, sorrow cries;
Sick and sad, with half-shut e...

NOW my desires no more, alas,
Summon my soul to my eyelids' brink,
For with its prayers that ebb a...

Rest thus your head on my arm
that from your forehead to your lips my eye
may glide along the br...

The hounds of despair, the hounds of the autumnal wind,
Gnaw with their howling the black echoes o...

A moon, with vacant, chilling eye, stares
At the winter, enthroned vast and white upon the hard gro...

He who walks through the meadows of Champagne
At noon in Fall, when leaves like gold appear,
See...

There must be white farms beyond the edge
of the blue fields by the moon
at night you hear along...

HERE are the old desires that pass,
The dreams of weary men, that die,
The dreams that faint and f...

THESE lips have long forgotten to bestow
Their kiss on blind eyes chiller than the snow,
Hencefort...

THE hospital!
The hospital on the banks of the canal,
The hospital, and the month of July!
They a...

To The Viator

Are you a scholar from Sorbonne or a just a crook,
Lo! How in victuals my tote bag...

MY soul her unused hands to pray
Folds, that hide the world away:
Lord, my broken dreams complete,...

My talent is such that no undertaking, however vast in size... has ever surpassed my courage....

Many a happiness in life, as many a disaster, can be due to chance, but the peace within us can neve...

Do we not all spend the greater part of our lives under the shadow of an event that has not yet come...

All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than animals that know nothing....

We possess only the happiness we are able to understand....

A truth that disheartens because it is true is of more value than the most stimulating of falsehoods...

Remember that happiness is as contagious as gloom. It should be the first duty of those who are happ...

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved ...