“You shall find out how salt is the taste of another man's bread, and how hard is the way up and down another man's stairs.”

“I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightfoward pathway had been lost. Ah me! How hard a thing is to say, what was this forest savage, rough, and stern, which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more...”

“I cannot well repeat how there I entered,”

“Now you know how much my love for youburns deep in mewhen I forget about our emptiness,and deal with shadows as with solid things.”

“O you, who in some pretty boat,Eager to listen, have been followingBehind my ship, that singing sails alongTurn back to look again upon your own shores;Tempt not the deep, lest unawares,In losing me, you yourselves might be lost.The sea I sail has never yet been passed;Minerva breathes, and pilots me Apollo,And Muses nine point out to me the Bears.You other few who have neck upliftedBetimes to the bread of angels upon Which one lives and does not grow sated,Well may you launch your vesselUpon the deep sea.”

“Love, that exempts no one beloved from loving,Seized me with pleasure of this man so strongly,That, as thou seest, it doth not yet desert me.”

“The day that man allows true love to appear, those things which are well made will fall into cofusion and will overturn everything we believe to be right and true.”