You said: “I’ll go to another country, go to another shore, Find another city better than this one. Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong And my heart lies buried
My work, I’m very careful about it, and I love it. But today I’m discouraged by how slowly it’s going. The day has affected my mood. It gets darker and darker. Endless wind and
Even if you cannot shape your life as you want it, At least try this As much as you can; do not debase it In excessive contact with the world, In the excessive movements
He finished the painting yesterday noon. Now He studies it in detail. He has painted him in a Gray unbuttoned coat, a deep gray; without Any vest or any tie. With a rose-colored shirt;
From all I’ve done and all I’ve said Let them not seek to find who I’ve been. An obstacle stood and transformed My acts and way of my life. An obstacle stood and stopped
Without consideration, without pity, without shame They have built great and high walls around me. And now I sit here and despair. I think of nothing else: this fate gnaws at my mind; For
Apollonius was talking about Proper education and conduct with a young Man who was building a luxurious House in Rhodes. “As for me” said the Tyanian At last, “when I enter a temple However
As you set out for Ithaka Hope your road is a long one, Full of adventure, full of discovery. Laistrygonians, Cyclops, Angry Poseidon-don’t be afraid of them: You’ll never find things like that on
A young man, twenty eight years old, on a vessel from Tenos, Emes arrived at this Syrian harbor With the intention of learning the perfume trade. But during the voyage he was taken ill.
We interrupt the work of the gods, Hasty and inexperienced beings of the moment. In the palaces of Eleusis and Phthia Demeter and Thetis start good works Amid high flames and dense smoke. But
They had not seen, for ages, such beautiful gifts in Delphi As these that had been sent by the two brothers, The rival Ptolemaic kings. After they had received them However, the priests were
I never found them again the things so quickly lost…. The poetic eyes, the pale Face…. in the dusk of the street…. I never found them again the things acquired quite by chance, That
What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum? The barbarians are due here today. Why isn’t anything happening in the senate? Why do the senators sit there without legislating? Because the barbarians are
“Alexander son of Philip, and the Greeks except the Lacedaemonians “ We can very well imagine That they were utterly indifferent in Sparta To this inscription. “Except the Lacedaemonians”, But naturally. The Spartans were
Kimos, son of Menedoros, a young Greek-Italian, Devotes his life to amusing himself, Like most young men in Greater Greece Brought up in the lap of luxury. But today, in spite of his nature,