What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.

No hand can make the clock strike for me the hours that are passed.

Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair spirit for my minister

Let us have wine and woman, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda water the day after. Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; The best of life is but intoxication: Glory, the grape, love, gold, in these are sunk The hopes of all men, and of every nation; Without their sap, how branchless were the trunk Of life's strange tree, so fruitful on occasion: But to return--Get very drunk; and when You wake with head-ache, you shall see what then.

Man marks the earth with ruin - his control stops with the shore.

A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.

Many are poets, but without the name;For what is Poesy but to createFrom overfeeling Good or Ill; and aimAt an external life beyond our fate,And be the new Prometheus of new men,Bestowing fire from Heaven, and then, too late,Finding the pleasure given repaid with pain