I Deny Nothing, But Doubt Everything.

Still From The Fount Of Joy's Delicious Springs Some Bitter O'er The Flowers Its Bubbling Venom Flings.

Curiosity Kills Itself; And Love Is Only Curiosity, As Is Proved By Its End.

Age Shakes Athena's Tower, But Spares Gray Marathon.

Man, Being Reasonable, Must Get Drunk; The Best Of Life Is But Intoxication.

For A Man To Become A Poet (witness Petrarch And Dante), He Must Be In Love, Or Miserable.