The journey is the thing.
If not yet lost to all the sense of shame.
There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.
Think not to match yourself against the gods, for men that walk the earth cannot hold their own with the immortals.
If you serve too many masters, you'll soon suffer.
Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.