Youth, have no pity; leave no farthing here For age to invest in compromise and fear.
I love humanity but I hate people.
The young are so old, they are born with their fingers crossed.
Man has never been the same since God died.
I am waylaid by beauty.
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.