Modesty, tis a virtue not often found among poets, for almost every one of them thinks himself the greatest in the world.
If you want your life to be a small part of eternity, to be lucid even in the heart of madness, love. . . Love with all your strength, love as though it is all you know how to do, love enough to make the gods themselves jealous. . . for it is in love that all ugliness reveals its beauty.