I am not a tentative person. Whatever I do, I give up my whole self to it.

I am not at all in favor of hard work for its own sake; many people who work very hard indeed produce terrible things, and should most certainly not be encouraged.

Guess I'll weep awhile. Guess I won't, I mean.

I drank at every vine, the last was like the first. I came upon no wine so wonderful as thirst.

No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place.

Oh, friend, forget not, when you fain would note In me a beauty that was never mine, How first you knew me in a book I wrote, How first you loved me for a written line.

Not poppy, nor mandrake, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep, Which thou owest yesterday.