I had hoped, by means of the bouquet of flowers, to appease my love for her a little, it was quite useless

I had hoped, by means of the bouquet of flowers, to appease my love for her a little, it was quite useless. It is possible only through literature or through sleeping together. I write this not because I did not know it, but rather because it is perhaps well to write down warnings frequently.

Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka: 1910-1923