“Come boy, and pour for me a cupOf old Falernian. Fill it upWith wine, strong, sparkling, bright, and clear;Our host decrees no water here.Let dullards drink the Nymph's pale brew,The sluggish thin ...”

“To whom shall I offer this book, young and sprightly,Neat, polished, wide-margined, and finished politely?To you, my Cornelius, whose learning pedantic,Has dared to set forth in three volumes gigan...”

“Journeying over many seas & through many countries I came dear brother to this pitiful leave-taking The last gestures by your gravesideThe futility of words over your quiet ashes.Life cleft us from...”

“Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio. des fieri sentio et excrucior.I hate and I love. You may ask, why I do this. I do not know. But I sense that I do and it pains me.”

“Nothing is left of meEach time I see her”

“I hate and love. And why, perhaps youll ask.I dont know: but I feel, and Im tormented.”

“The more he smiled, the more I wanted to hate him, and yet it was the very thing that made hating him impossible.”

“I hate and love. And why, perhaps youll ask.I dont know: but I feel, and Im tormented.”

“Good bye AEHS. You suck. I hate you. And yet... Somehow I'll miss you too.”

“Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?”

“Remembrance and reflection how allied!What thin partitions Sense from Thought divide!”

“Don't be afraid of poetry.”