To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.

When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.

I hide my distress, just likethe blessed birds hide themselveswhen they are preparing to die. Wine! Wine, roses, music and yourindifference to my sadness, my loved-one!

My friend, let's not think of tomorrow, but let's enjoy this fleeting moment of life.

Hearts are like tapers, which at beauteous eyes Kindle a flame of love that never dies; And beauty is a flame, where hearts, like moths, Offer themselves a burning sacrifice.

Justice is the soul of the universe.

And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling cooped we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help-for it As impotently moves as you or I