β... all comparisons injure.β
βI stick my finger into existence.. it smells of nothing. Where am I? Who am I? What is this thing called the world? What does this word mean?β
βIn the life of the individual when love awakens it is older than everything else, because when it exists it seems as if it has existed for a long time; it presupposes itself back into the distant past until all searching ends in the inexplicable origin.β
βHope is passion for what is possible.β
βOnce you are born in this world youβre old enough to die.β
βIt goes against the grain for me to do what so often happens, to speak inhumanly about the great as if a few millennia were an immense distance. I prefer to speak humanly about it, as if it happened yesterday, and let only the greatness itself be the distance.β
βShall I compare thee to a summer's day?β
βI have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks.β
βO, my lord, You said that idle weeds are fast in growth: The prince my brother hath outgrown me far.β