“Ah Love! could thou and I with Fate conspireTo grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, Would not we shatter it to bits -- and thenRe-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!”

“And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky,Whereunder crawling coop't we live and die, Lift not thy hands to it for help -- for ItRolls impotently on as Thou or I.”

“A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread - and Thou.”

“Your hand can seize today, but not tomorrow; and thoughts of your tomorrow are nothing but desire. Don’t waste this breath, if your heart isn’t crazy, since "the rest of your life" won’t last forever.”

“Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,Before we too into the Dust descend;Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lieSans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and--sans End!Alike for those who for To-day prepare,And those that after some To-morrow stare,A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries"Fools! your Reward is neither Here nor There.”

“It is a shame for anyoneto be well-known for righteousness.It is a great disgrace to feeldistress at the injustice of the turning of the wheels of fate.”

“How sad, a heart thatdoes not know how to love, thatdoes not know what it is to be drunk with love.If you are not in love, how can you enjoythe blinding light of the sun,the soft light of the moon?”