Pour away despair and rinse the cup. Eat happiness like bread.

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

And must I then, indeed, Pain, live with you all through my life?-sharing my fire, my bed, Sharing-oh, worst of all things!-the same head?- And, when I feed myself, feeding you too?

To be grown up is to sit at the table with people who have died, who neither listen nor speak.

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.

Man has never been the same since God died.

I am not afraid of lawyers as I used to be. They are lambs in wolves' clothing.