Your Hand Is Cold, Mine Burns Like

At First, Art Imitates Life. Then Life Will Imitate Art.then Life Will Find Its Very Existence From The Arts.

Schoolboys Are A Merciless Race, Individually They Are Angels, But Together, Especially In Schools, They Are Often Merciless.

Never Mind A Little Dirt, If The Goal Is Splendid!

My Sweetheart! When I Think Of You, It's As If I'm Holding Some Healing Balm To My Sick Soul, And Although I Suffer For You, I Find That Even Suffering For You Is Easy.

Every Man Has Some Reminiscences Which He Would Not Tell To Everyone, But Only To His Friends.