It’s too bad if a heart lacks fire, and is deprived of the light of a heart ablaze. The day on which you are without passionate love is the most wasted day of your life.
I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
Drink! for you know not whence you came nor why: drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.
The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.