“ Sous les ifs noirs qui les abritent,Les hiboux se tiennent rangés,Ainsi que des dieux étrangers,Dardant leur oeil rouge. Ils méditent.Sans remuer ils se tiendrontJusqu'à l'heure mélancoliqueOù, poussa… Charles Baudelaire
“ Reading your sonnets? asked Orphu. Mahnmut closed the book. How’d you know? Have you taken up telepathy now that you’ve lost your eyes? Not yet, rumbled the Ionian. Orphu’s great crab shell was lashed… Dan Simmons
“ My love is as a fever, longing stillFor that which longer nurseth the disease;Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,The uncertain sickly appetite to please.My reason, the physician to my love,An… William Shakespeare
“ Where Do You Show Up to Share What You Have to Offer?When You Love What You Do-You Share It Daily Ninon de Vere De Rosa
“ A sonnet might look dinky, but it was somehow big enough to accommodate love, war, death, and O.J. Simpson. You could fit the whole world in there if you shoved hard enough. Anne Fadiman
“ In the case of Michel Angelo we have an artist who with brush and chisel portrayed literally thousands of human forms; but with this peculiarity, that while scores and scores of his male figures are o… Edward Carpenter
“ Then of thy beauty do I question make,That thou among the wastes of time must go,Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake,And die as fast as they see others grow. William Shakespeare
“ Then, were not summer's distillation leftA liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,Nor it nor no remembrance what it was.But flowers distilled, though they with… William Shakespeare
