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

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

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

“By being too sensitive I have wasted my life.”

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

“Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.”

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