"May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve."

"My tongue is broken, a subtle fire runs beneath my skin, my eyes see nothing, my ears hum, cold sweat pours down me, a trembling seizes all my body, and I am greener than grass."

"Truly, I wish I were dead. She was weeping when she left me, and said many things to me, and said this: 'How much we have suffered, Sappho. Truly, I don't want to leave you.'"

"On mountainous terrain, Eros, with a stroke, Shattered my brain."

"My blood with gentle horrors thrilled: My feeble pulse forgot to play; I fainted, sunk, and died away."