Love! Hate! Is there no third?

Our poetry emulates the recent progress in military strategy: Our army's strength is the foot soldiers.

Love! Hate! Is there no third?

If someone took the finest marble and knew how to shape it artfully: Prometheus' material was lowly clay, but his statues walked.

A wise man can and should stand above his times, not so the poet, but he should be their apex.

The likeness of the world? A shadow! And world's glory? A dream!

In certain countries, people seem to be think that three asses together make one intelligent person. However, that is completely wrong. Several asses in concreto make the ass in abstracto and that is a most terrifying animal.