In the great cities, winter glitters with art and feasting. But poetry, the country cousin, sees only the dearth of the fields.

Most reputations are not ruined but forgotten.

I am open-minded on all questions I care nothing about.

Fear regulates. Appetite impels.

Reason cannot break out of its own loop.

Suffering teaches us only that we suffer. Joy shows us which way to go.

Dirty old men, ignoring society, continue to follow nature.