Away with you, water, destruction of wine!

Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.

I hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I am torn in two.

It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.

But you shall not escape my iambics.

Who now travels that dark path from whose bourne they say no one returns. [Lat., Qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum Illue unde negant redire quemquam.]

I can imagine no greater misfortune for a cultured people than to see in the hands of the rulers not only the civil, but also the religious power.

Godlike the man who sits at her side, who watches and catches that laughter which (softly) tears me to tatters: nothing is left of me, each time I see her.

Give up wanting to deserve any thanks from anyone, or thinking anybody can be grateful.

Nothing is more silly than silly laughter.

Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.

True nirvana will come when we enlighten the world of awareness and higher consciousness.

The "democratization of education" is everyone's fight, everyone's right.

God doesn’t help anyone, humans do.

Today has been a day dropped out of June into April.

A world ends when its metaphor has died.

But the truth is that critics are by definition critical. That's their job.

Do not allow yourselves to be deceived: Great Minds are Skeptical.

I'm a stranger," pointed out Bod. "You're not," she said, definitely. "You're a little boy." And then she said, "And you're my friend. So you can't be a stranger.

The great trick with a woman is to get rid of her while she think's she's rid of you.

Every man's first declaration of love is bathos--the zenith of his passion connoting perhaps the nadir of his intelligence.