But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.

Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.

I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.

Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? - Through whose blood am I to wade ?

I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.

Hay que ser absolutamente Moderno

You will always be a hyena.