When you set out on your journey to Ithaca, pray that the road is long, full of adventure, full of knowledge.
C.P. CavafyGive 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.
C.P. CavafyThe days of the future stand in front of us Like a line of candles all alight Golden and warm and lively little candles.
C.P. CavafyBody, remember not only how much you were loved, not only the beds you lay on, but also those desires glowing openly in eyes that looked at you, trembling for you in voices.
C.P. Cavafy