I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.
As long as you are lucky, you will have many friends; if cloudy times appear, you will be alone. -Donec eris felix, multos numerabis amicos; tempora si fuerint nubila, solus eris
What is now an act of reason, was but blind impulse.
Isn't the best defense always a good attack?
That tuneful nymph, the babbling Echo.
There are a thousand forms of evil; there will be a thousand remedies.