Better The Illusions That Exalt

Moscow... How Many Strains Are Fusing In That One Sound, For Russian Hearts! What Store Of Riches It Imparts!

With Womankind, The Less We Love Them, The Easier They Become To Charm.

I Loved You; Even Now I May Confess, Some Embers Of My Love Their Fire Retain; But Do Not Let It Cause You More Distress, I Do Not Want To Sadden You Again. Hopeless And Tongue Tied, Yet I Loved You Dearly With Pangs The Jealous And The Timid Know; So Tenderly I Loved You, So Sincerely, I Pray God Grant Another Love You So.

Ecstasy Is A Glass Full Of Tea And A Piece Of Sugar In The Mouth.

As Long As There Is One Heart On Earth Where I Still Live, My Memory Will Not Die.