Pedigree and ancestry and what we ourselves have not achieved, I scarcely recognize as our own.

I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.

By looking at squinting people you learn to squint.

Excessive love in loathing ever ends.

Skill makes love unending.

I am dragged along by a strange new force. Desire and reason are pulling in different directions. I see the right way and approve it, but follow the wrong.

God himself favors the brave.