Time goes you say? Ah no! Alas Time stays we go.

Time goes, you say? Ah, no! alas, time stays, we go.

Love comes unseen; we only see it go.

All the seasons run their race In this quiet resting-place; Peach, and apricot, and fig Here will ripen, and grow big; Here is store and overplus - More had not Alcinous!

All passes, Art alone Enduring stays to us; The Bust out-lasts the throne,-- The coin, Tiberius.

Fame is a food that dead men eat, I have no stomach for such meat.

Old books, old wine, old Nankin blue;- All things, in short, to which belong The charm, the grace that Time makes strong, All these I prize, but (entre nous) Old friends are best!

He is a Patron who looks down, / With careless eyes on men who drown; / But if they chance to reach the land, / Encumbers them with helping hand

In merest prudence men should teach . . . That science ranks as monstrous things Two pairs of upper limbs; so wings-- E'en Angel's wings!--are fictions.

Love comes unseen we only see it go.

What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers!

A business without sales is just ego masturb*tion.

Perfection is impossible. Trying to do your best is important, but loving yourself and loving others should come first.

From Satan or from God, what matter? Angel or Siren, What matter, if you make - fairy with velvet eyes, Rhythm, perfume, light, o my only queen - The universe less hideous, each moment less strained?

Some men are like oak leaves -- they don't know when they're dead, but still hang right on; and there are others who let go before anything has really touched them.

I don't mind aging, I just don't want to be a day older.

The world turns on a dime, the same now as it always has — which is to say, money makes the world go 'round. It's also what makes the world go spinning out of control.

We aren't born for ourselves alone. You have to take care of other people.

The only thing I'm afraid of is bees. I don't like bees. I'm allergic to them.

Conversation is our account of ourselves...Conversation is the vent of character as well as thoughts...It is the laboratory of the student.

Nobody had ever told me that anything could be like this.