On Love:
Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger.
Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
Man’s love is of man’s life a part; it is a woman’s whole existence. In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.
O Man Thou feeble tenant of an hour, Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust, Degraded mass of animated dust Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat, Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy word deceit By n
A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent
On Life:
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
But life is hazard at the best; and here
No more remains to win, and much to fear:
Yes, fear!
(From: The Bride Of Abydos)
On Death:
The love where Death has set his seal,
Nor age can chill, nor rival steal,
Nor falsehood disavow:
And, what were worse, thou canst not see
Or wrong, or change, or fault in me.
(From: And Thou Art Dead, As Young And Fair)
On Knowledge:
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.