Truths are illlusions which we have forgotten are illusions.

One pays dearly for being immortal: one must die many times during his life.

The way to transmute your iron duty into gold in everyone's eyes is this: always deliver more than you promise.

Different types of dangerous lives-You have no idea what you are living through; you rush through life as if you were drunk and now and then fall down some staircase. But thanks to your drunkenness you never break a limb; your muscles are too relaxed and your brain too benighted for you to find the stones of these stairs as hard as we do.

I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.

The poet presents his thoughts festively, on the carriage of rhythm: usually because they could not walk.

The greatest cure for love is still that time honoured medicine - love returned.