The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.

Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close!

To friends and eke to foes true kindness show; No kindly heart unkindly deeds will do; Harshness will alienate a bosom friend. And kindness reconcile a deadly foe.

Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!

I can’t reveal the mystery to either saint or sinner; I can’t state at length what I’ve said curtly; I achieve an altered state that I can’t explain; I have a secret that I cannot share.

The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.

He who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.