When you set out on your journey to Ithaca, pray that the road is long, full of adventure, full of knowledge.

I'm practically broke and homeless. This fatal city, Antioch, has devoured all my money: this fatal city with its extravagant life.

The days of the future stand in front of us Like a line of candles all alight Golden and warm and lively little candles.

Return often and take me, beloved sensation, return and take me - When memory of the body awakens, and old desire again runs through the blood; when the lips and skin remember, and the hands feel as if they touch again.

That we've broken their statues, that we've driven them out of their temples, doesn't mean at all that the gods are dead. O land of Ionia, they're still in love with you, their souls still keep your memory.

When you set out on your journey to Ithaca, pray that the road is long, full of adventure, full of knowledge.

On hearing about powerful love, respond, be moved like an aesthete. Only, fortunate as you've been, remember how much your imagination created for you.