“Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names.”

“We are the sons of Sorrow; we are the poets and the prophets and the musicians.”

“Do not be merciful, but be just, for mercy is bestowed upon the guilty criminal, while Justice is all that the innocent man requires.”

“Inspiration is in seeing a part of the whole with the part of the whole in you.”

“The universe is my country and the human family is my tribe.”

“What, no more ceremony? See, my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds.”

“The soul of this man is his clothes.”

“Fair ladies, masked, are roses in their bud;Dismasked, the damask sweet commixture shown,Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown.”