The form of a town changes more swiftly alas! Than the heart of a mortal.
If the poet has pursued a moral objective, he has diminished his poetic force.
We revel in the laxness of the path we take.
The more a man cultivates the arts the less he fornicates. A more and more apparent cleavage occurs between the spirit and the brute.
One can only forget about time by making use of it.
Nature... is nothing but the inner voice of self-interest.