It is difficult to suddenly give up a long love. Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem

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.

For though your mind is active enough, your heart is darkened with corruption, and without a pure heart there can be no full or genuine sensibility.

The future is a fabulous place to bury your success.

Ninety percent of writing is about listening.

Dally not with mony or women. [Dally not with money or women.]

The earth I tread on is not a dead inert mass. It is a body, has a spirit; is organic and fluid to the influence of its spirit and to whatever particle of the spirit is in me.

My best way of making someone admit to something's wrongness is to have them imagine that thing done to them. Suddenly then it all becomes clear.

Ask the first man you meet what he means by defending freedom, and he'll tell you privately he means defending the standard of living.

The child and the poet know that Reality is what does not need to be realistic.

I think I'm making music that's pretty universal.