Two goddesses now must Cyprus adore; The Muses are ten, and the Graces are four; Stella's wit is so charming, so sweet her fair face, She shines a new Venus, a Muse, and a Grace.

A great book is like great evil.

I wept as I remembered how often you and I had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.

O Charidas, what of the under world? Great darkness. And what of the resurrection? A lie. And Pluto? A fable; we perish utterly.

Nothing unattested do I sing.

Big book, a big bore.

I abhor, too, the roaming lover, nor do I drink from every well; I loathe all things in common

A good man never dies.

A big book is a big misfortune.

You're walking by the tomb of Battiades, Who knew well how to write poetry, and enjoy Laughter at the right moment, over the wine.

Here sleeps Saon, of Acanthus, son of Dicon, a holy sleep: say not that the good die.

I wasn't one to go out and buy a new car and stereo system and expensive clothes. My mom helped keep me grounded.

I advise the young to tell themselves constantly that most often it is up to them alone.

Evil report carries further than any applause.

Totalitarianism is feudalism in the twelfth century sense of the word.

You need better technique than I have to play jazz, but what you have to do is the same thing, isn't it?

However, it must always remain a dialogue, and never an imposition of the church's own convictions and methods. Propose, not impose. To serve, and not to dominate.

My hobby is my work. I love it so much, it is not work.

The family is the test of freedom; because the family is the only thing that the free man makes for himself and by himself.

Lightning strikes the tops of the mountains.

Outlook determines outcome.