[The poets' role is that of] capturing on their instruments the secret stir of life in the air and giving it voice in the music of prophecy

If I call not thee in my prayers, if I keep not thee in my heart, thy love for me still waits for my love.

The real frienship is like fluorescence, it shines better when everything has darken.

Let not the hours pass by in the dark. Kindle the lamp of love with thy life.

Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs.

Let me not look for allies in life's battlefield,But to my own strength. Let me not crave in anxious fear to be saved,But for the patience to win my freedom.

And, indeed, what little of beauty and peace is to be found in the societies of men is owing to the daily performance of small duties, not to big doings and fine talk.