“But, true, I’ve wept too much! Dawns break hearts./ Every moon is brutal, every sun bitter.”

“But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.”

“Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? - Through whose blood am I to wade ?”

“And, in the dawn, armed with a burning patience, we shall enter the splendid cities.”

“To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?”

“Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry,Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!”

“One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.”