I would not think to touch the sky with two arms
Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.
The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars
May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.
Death is an ill; 'tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.
He who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.