Youth condemns; maturity condones
Everything mortal has moments immortal
When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men.
Happiness: We rarely feel it. I would buy it, beg it, steal it, Pay in coins of dripping blood For this one transcendent good.
Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness.