"I value many things a thousand times more highly." "You are an angel!" he cried.

"Even though my love tortures me, I would not change it for the highest pleasures other men enjoy.

The poets learn by suffering what they teach in song; so it will be with me.

Sorrow will make me a great artist; whereas, if I had been a happy man, I might never, perhaps, have risen much above the common level.

I am resigned to suffer all my life." "I do not like to hear you speak so," she said.