Frown not, old ghosts, if I be one of those Who make you utter things you did not say, And mould you all awry and mar your work; For whatsoever knows… - Alfred Tennyson

...none can truly write his single day, And none can write it for him upon earth.

As shines the moon in clouded skies, She in her poor attire was seen; One praised her ankles, one her eyes, One her dark hair and lovesome mien. So sweet a face, such angel grace, In all that land had never been. Cophetua sware a royal oath: "This beggar maid shall be my queen!"

Nor is he the wisest man who never proved himself a fool.

Ce que croit ma raison, quoi qu'il puisse arriver,
Et ce que sent mon cœur en sa douleur amère,
C'est que mieux vaut l'amour suivi d'un deuil austère
Que la paix de celui qui ne sut pas aimer.