“Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers,
but to be fearless in facing them.

Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but
for the heart to conquer it.”

“Let me die the moment my love dies.
Let me not outlive my own capacity to love.
Let me die still loving, and so, never die.”

“Lord, give me the capacity of never praying, spare me the insanity of all worship, let this temptation of love pass from me which would deliver me forever unto You. Let the void spread between my heart and heaven! I have no desire to people my deserts by Your presence, to tyrannize my nights by Your light, to dissolve my Siberias beneath Your sun.”

“I was never able to pray
but let me inscribe my name
in the book of waves.”

“If we are to be the last of the white men who conquered the world; if we are finally to be overwhelmed by a pack of rats, let us at least face the death of our race as our ancestors faced their death---like MEN. Let us not crawl down amongst the rats begging for mercy or trying to out-sneak them and pretend to be rats ourselves!”

“Let no one think of me that I am humble or weak or passive; let them understand I am of a different kind: dangerous to my enemies, loyal to my friends. To such a life glory belongs.”

“If there was a God, he'd guide the winds, let them blow for me so that, with a tug of my string, I'd cut loose my pain, my longing.”

“Cupid draw back your bow
And let your arrow go
Straight to my lover's heart for me
For me…
Cupid please hear my cry
And let your arrow fly
Straight to my lover's heart for me.”

“Dear God,’ she prayed, ‘let me be something every minute of every hour of my life.”

“For on this my heart is set:
When the hour is nigh me,
Let me in the tavern die,
With a tankard by me.”
Meum est propositum<br/>in taberna mori,<br/>ut sint vina proxima<br/>morientis ori.