Hunger Whets Everything, Especially Suspicion And Indignation.

Let Me Have My Own Way In Exactly Everything And A Sunnier And Pleasanter Creature Does Not Exist.

Let Him Who Would Move And Convince Others, Be First Moved And Convinced Himself.

Who Is It That Loves Me And Will Love Me Forever With An Affection Which No Chance, No Misery, No Crime Of Mine Can Do Away? It Is You, My Mother.

The Greatest Event For The World Is The Arrival Of A New And Wise Person.

Poetry Is The Attempt Which Man Makes To Render His Existence Harmonious.