“Our native soil draws all of us, by I know not what sweetness, and never allows us to forget.”

“Give me the waters of Lethe that numb the heart, if they exist, I will still not have the power to forget you.”

“Look at the four-spaced yearThat imitates four seasons of our lives;First Spring, that delicate season, bright with flowers,Quickening, yet shy, and like a milk-fed child,Its way unsteady while the countrymanDelights in promise of another year.Green meadows wake to bloom, frail shoots and grasses,And then Spring turns to Summer's hardiness,The boy to manhood. There's no time of yearOf greater richness, warmth, and love of living,New strength untried. And after Summer, Autumn,First flushes gone, the temperate season hereMidway between quick youth and growing age,And grey hair glinting when the head turns toward us, Then senile Winter, bald or with white hair,Terror in palsy as he walks alone.”

“He plunged his arms deep to embraceOne who vanished in agitated water.Again and again he kissed The lips that seemed to be rising to kiss hisBut dissolved, as he touched them,Into a soft splash and a shiver of ripples.How could he clasp and caress his own reflection?And still he could not comprehend What the deception was, what the delusion.He simply became more excited by it.Poor misguided boy! Why clutch so vainlyAt such a brittle figment? What you hopeTo lay hold of has no existence.Look away and what you love is nowhere.”

“When all the other animals, downcast looked upon the earth, he [Prometheus] gave a face raised on high to man, and commanded him to see the sky and raise his high eyes to the stars.”

“amor crevit tempore”

“Nitimur in vetitum" -- "We strive after the forbidden”