I hate and I love, and who can tell me why?

Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.

I hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I am torn in two.

It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.

But you shall not escape my iambics.

Who now travels that dark path from whose bourne they say no one returns. [Lat., Qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum Illue unde negant redire quemquam.]

I can imagine no greater misfortune for a cultured people than to see in the hands of the rulers not only the civil, but also the religious power.

Godlike the man who sits at her side, who watches and catches that laughter which (softly) tears me to tatters: nothing is left of me, each time I see her.

Give up wanting to deserve any thanks from anyone, or thinking anybody can be grateful.

Nothing is more silly than silly laughter.

Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.

A library is more precious than a bank.

Death is the destiny of every man.

If you can't sleep, then get up and do something instead of lying there worrying. It's the worry that gets you, not the lack of sleep.

Just because you're old that doesn't mean you're more forgetful. The same people whose names I can't remember now I couldn't remember fifty years ago. . .

nobody alive or dead deserves to be called a poetess.

Hillary Clinton is going to find common ground with the Republicans on foreign and military affairs. They both want to enhance the military budget.

I'm a very nice guy, but don't mistake my kindness for weakness.

I can't stop thinking like this.

I want to say to each of you, simply, and directly, I am deeply sorry for my irresponsible and selfish behavior I engaged in.

I've been telling people for 12 years that if you want to get a nuclear device into the United States, just bring it through the port of Miami disguised as cocaine.