May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.

Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.

I would not think to touch the sky with two arms

To me the Muses truly gave / An envied and a happy lot: / E'en when I lie within the grave, / I cannot, shall not, be forgot.

Builders, raise the ceiling high, Raise the dome into the sky, Hear the wedding song! For the happy groom is near, Tall as Mars, and statelier, Hear the wedding song!

Whatever one loves most is beautiful.

Experience shows us Wealth unchaperoned by Virtue is never an innocuous neighbor.