But you shall not escape my iambics.

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.

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.

What woman says to fond lover should be written on air or the swift water. [Lat., Mulier cupido quod dicit amanti, In vento et rapida scribere oportet aqua.]

It was not the philosophers and the prophets who taught us to believe in life after death

The dearest days in one's life are those that seem very far and very near at once.

Poetry is emotion, passion, love, grief - everything that is human. It is not for zombies by zombies.

Particularly on social media, there is that level of detachment, some people feel like they can say whatever pops in their head .

If I could, I'd wear my sneakers everywhere, even for dinners or events.

The great test of life is ... not to endure storms, but to choose the right while they rage.

It is indifferent to me where I am to begin, for there shall I return again.

That which has been endured with difficulty is remedied with delight.

Fear of sexuality is the new, disease-sponsored register of the universe of fear in which everyone now lives.