A pious woman's neighbor, a philanthropist's child, a liberal's servant--these three have a hard life.

In order to succeed in a profession, a person not only needs to have its good, but also its bad qualities. The former are the spirit, the latter is the body of the job.

A love that dies has never lived.

Poetry, it is often said and loudly so, is life's true mirror. But a monkey looking into a work of literature looks in vain for Socrates.

The cradle of the future is the grave of the past.

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

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.