“Never did the world make a queen of a girl who hides in houses and dreams without traveling.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“No man sings as beautifully as when his song is accompanied by a woman’s voice.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“May a man live well-enough and long-enough, to leave many joyful widows behind him.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Spanish rain, A maiden’s dress, Apothecary pills And ancient thrills; Melancholy kills A girl’s caress.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“I didn’t know then that young girls were a sort of poison, infectious to the man of age; and that men of… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“I was forced to wander, having no one, forced by my nature to keep wandering because wandering was the only thing that… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“When a Wanderess has been caged, or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, She lives most heroic, smiling… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“A woman must prefer her liberty over a man. To be happy, she must. A man to be happy, however, must yearn… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Womankind always seems to be able to see a dozen steps into the future, far ahead of what men are able to… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“She wakes in a puddle of sunlight. Her hands asleep beside her. Her hair draped on the lawn like a mantle of… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“From all that I saw, and everywhere I wandered, I learned that time cannot be spent, It only can be squandered.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“[As a very young man, I thought] of Europe as a place that could not exist except in the imagination, in glorious… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“In Sanskrit, there exists no word for ‘The Individual’ (L’Individu). En Grèce antique, il n’y avait aucun mot pour dire ‘Devoir’ (Duty).… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Somewhere I’d heard, or invented perhaps, that the only pleasures found during a waning moon are misfortunes in disguise. Superstition aside, I… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“She was so delicate that, while we sat beneath the linden branches, a leaf would fall and drift down and touch her… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“In my errant life I roamed To learn the secrets of women and men, Of gods and dreams. I've known all the… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“In general I strive for greatness and rational achievement, but I admit to you I’ve a terrible fondness for women, a tendency… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Coffee, my delight of the morning; yoga, my delight of the noon. Then before nightfall, I run along the pleasant paths of… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“The comedy in our lives was those first few weeks we lived together in Paris: Our bodies desired one another, our souls… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“This was how it was with travel: one city gives you gifts, another robs you. One gives you the heart’s affections, the… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“We rode the basement trains all night, speeding through the subterrains. I held her chin in the cup of my hand and… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“When I was younger, I would cling to life because life was at the top of the turning wheel. But like the… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Ô, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent, more perfect than all that a man can invent. When she came… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“This was the first time I thought of S— that day. Her music was beautiful, her voice was beautiful, her body was… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“I was surrounded by friends, my work was immense, and pleasures were abundant. Life, now, was unfolding before me, constantly and visibly,… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Without knowing why or how, I found myself in love with this strange Wanderess. Maybe I was just in love with the… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“It is growing cold. Winter is putting footsteps in the meadow. What whiteness boasts that sun that comes into this wood! One… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“She was a free bird one minute: queen of the world and laughing. The next minute she would be in tears like… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“What a face this girl possessed!—could I not gaze at it every day I would need to recreate it through painting, sculpture,… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“I ran across an excerpt today (in English translation) of some dialogue/narration from the modern popular writer, Paulo Coelho in his book:… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“The hour of spring was dark at last, sensuous memories of sunlight past, I stood alone in garden bowers and asked the… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Not to waste the spring I threw down everything, And ran into the open world To sing what I could sing... To… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Ô, Wanderess, Wanderess When did you feel your most euphoric kiss? Was I the source of your greatest bliss?” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Looking back on my life, I sigh. The caprice of youth goes with the wind, I’ve no regrets.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image