To certain people there comes a day when they must say the great Yes or the great No.

One candle is enough. Its gentle light will be more suitable, will be more gracious when the Shades arrive, the Shades of Love.

Give me artificial flowers - porcelain and metal glories - neither fading nor decaying, forms unaging. Flowers of the splendid gardens of another place, where Forms and Styles and Knowledge dwell. I love flowers made of glass or gold, true Art's true gifts, their painted hues more beautiful than nature's, worked in nacre and enamel, with perfect leaves and branches.

Roses by the head, jasmine at the feet so appear the longings that have passed without being satisfied, not one of them granted a night of sensual pleasure, or one of its radiant mornings.

From all I did and all I said let no one try to find out who I was.

If you are one of the truly elect, be careful how you attain your eminence.

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