There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.

History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page.

That prose is a verse, and verse is a prose; convincing all, by demonstrating plain – poetic souls delight in prose insane

Yet I did love thee to the last, As ferverently as thou, Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now.

And wrinkles, the damned democrats, won't flatter.

My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then.

Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.