Sappho — "Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature again…"

"Like the sweet apple which reddens upon the topmost bough, at the very topmost top – the apple-gatherers have forgotten it – no, not forgotten it, but they could not reach it."

"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."

"Be kind to me, Gongyla, I ask you..."

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

"I want to tell you something but good taste. Restrains me."