“There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lovers whisper, irresistiblemagic to make the sanest man go mad.”

“Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.”

“but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.”

“You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, youd run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combatc...”

“Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no oneso mortals hate him most of all the gods. Let him bow down to me! I am the greater king, I am the elder-born, I ...”

“But now, as it is, sorrows, unending sorrows must surge within your heart as wellfor your own sons death. Never again will you embrace him stiding home. My spirit rebelsIve lost the will to live, t...”

“It is not the bloodletting that calls down power. It is the consenting.”

“Sexual frenzy is our compensation for the tedious moments we must suffer in the passage of life. 'Nothing in excess,' professed the ancient Greeks. Why if I spend half the month in healthy scholars...”

“The sciences were financially supported, honoured everywhere, universally pursued; they were like tall edifices supported by strong foundations. Then the Christian religion appeared in Byzantium an...”

“Oh, Death was never enemy of ours!We laughed at him, we leagued with him, old chum.No soldier's paid to kick against His powers.We laughed, knowing that better men would come,And greater wars: whe...”

“I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.”

“It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.”