For the spear was a desert physician, That cured not a few of ambition, And drave not a few to perdition, With medicine bitter and strong.

I have seen old ships sail like swans asleep.

For lust of knowing what should not be known, we take the Golden Road to Samarkand.

Half to forget the wandering and pain, Half to remember days that have gone by, And dream and dream that I am home again!

I look down the farthest side of the mountain, fulfilled and understanding all, and truly content that I lived a full life and one that was my own choice

And some to Meccah turn to pray, and I toward thy bed, Yasmin.

The poet's business is not to save the soul of man but to make it worth saving.

A ship, an isle, a sickle moon With few but with how splendid stars The mirrors of the sea are strewn Between their silver bars!

For pines are gossip pines the wide world through And full of runic tales to sigh or sing.

But have you wine and music still,And statues and a bright-eyed love,And foolish thoughts of good and ill,And prayers to them who sit above?

When the great markets by the sea shut fastAll that calm Sunday that goes on and on:When even lovers find their peace at last,And Earth is but a star, that once had shone.

I didn't care, because I loved him, and that was the end of every argument and the beginning of every promise.

There is no guilt in feelings ever.

My dream pet? I like a couple of them, man: monkey, I love dogs. See, tigers, I don't know - I can't be playing with something like that. A monkey, I can handle it. A dog, yeah; I would get a monkey.

Heroes are often the most ordinary of men.

With out each member, SS501 isn't complete. No matter how great the songs are, it wouldn't be the same without each member.

Nobody's perfect, but all of us can be better than we are.

With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded.

The quality of your commitments will determine the course of your life.

It's something that's very often said that philosophy, as opposed to science, never makes any progress.

For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas