Learn from me, if not by my precepts, at least by my example, how dangerous is the acquirement of knowledge.

I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die. I am jealous of the portrait you have painted of me… If it were I who were to be always young, and the picture that were to grow old!

How sad it is! I shall grow old, and horrible, and dreadful. But this picture will remain always young. It will never be older than this particular day of June… If it were only the other way! If it were I who was to be always young, and the picture that was to grow old! For that—for that—I would give everything! Yes, there is nothing in the whole world I would not give! I would give my soul for that!

Come! we’ll talk over the voyage and the parting quietly half-an-hour or so, while the stars enter into their shining life up in heaven yonder: here is the chestnut tree: here is the bench at its old roots. Come, we will sit there in peace to-night, though we should never more be destined to sit there together.