Gratitude is a fickle thing, indeed. A person taking aim presses the weapon to his chest and cheek, but when he hits, he discardsit with indifference.

How can you say that love is blind? Keener than a young eagle's is its sight.

I understand the phrase "Honor the Women" all too well: the poet has probably a wife of his own, but he prefers to honor another.

Critics are reprimanded when they get sarcastic. How absurd! Is the torch of criticism supposed to shine without burning?

When we interpret nature, we refer phenomena that are rarely entirely unintelligible back to something that actually exists, but is equally unintelligible.

Before passing different laws for different people, I'd relinquish myself unto you as your slave.

Why does the past look so enticing to us? For the same reason why from a distance a meadow with flowers looks like a flower bed.