She resembles the Venus de Milo: she is very old, has no teeth, and has white spots on her yellow skin.

The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night With comfort are downward gazing.

I live! Red life boils in my veins, earth yields beneath my feet, in the glow of love I embrace trees and statues, and they live in my embrace. Every woman is to me the gift of a world. I revel in the melody of her countenance, and with a single glance of my eye I can enjoy more than others with their every limb through all their lives.

He who fights with priests may make up his mind to have his poor good name torn and befouled by the most infamous lies and the most cutting slanders.

I do not murmur, even if my heart break.

All our contemporary philosophers perhaps without knowing it are looking through eyeglasses that Baruch Spinoza polished. Spinoza was a philosopher who earned his livelihood by grinding lenses.

The sea appears all golden. Beneath the sun-lit sky.