Though the outside of human life changes much, the inside changes little. - Edith Hamilton

Kiss me yet once again, the last, long kiss, Until I draw your soul within my lips And drink down all your love.

None so good that he has no faults, None so wicked that he is worth naught.

In the Odyssey when a priest and a poet fall on their knees before Odysseus, praying him to spare their lives, the hero kills the priest without a thought, but saves the poet. Homer says that he felt awe to slay a man who had been taught his divine art by the gods. Not the priest, but the poet, had influence with heaven — and no one was ever afraid of a poet.