Poetry is the work of the bard and of the people who inspire him.
Others go to bed with their mistresses; I with my ideas.
Men are like the stars; some generate their own light while others reflect the brilliance they receive.
Peoples are made of hate and of love, and more of hate than love.
But when women are moved and lend help, when women, who are by nature calm and controlled, give encouragement and applause, when virtuous and knowledgeable women grace the endeavor with their sweet love, then it is invincible.
Men have no special right because they belong to one race or another: the word man defines all rights.