The frivolous can call me frivolous. I've always been most punctilious about important things. And I insist that no one knows better than I do the Holy Fathers, or the Scriptures, or the Canons of the Councils. — C.P. Cavafy Copy Share Image
The holy Cross goes forward; it brings joy and consolation to every quarter where Christians live; and these God-fearing people, elated, stand in their doorways and greet it reverently, the strength, the salvation of the universe, the Cross. — C.P. Cavafy Copy Share Image
Nero wasn't worried at all when he heard the utterance of the Delphic Oracle: "Beware the age of seventy-three." Plenty of time to enjoy… — C.P. Cavafy Copy Share Image
He wasn't completely wrong, poor old Gemistus (let Lord Andronicus and the patriarch suspect him if they like), in wanting us, telling us to… — C.P. Cavafy Copy Share Image
Honor to those who in the life they lead define and guard a Thermopylae. Never betraying what is right, consistent and just in all… — C.P. Cavafy Copy Share Image
“The god abandons Antony When at the hour of midnight an invisible choir is suddenly heard passing with exquisite music, with voices ― Do… — C.P. Cavafy Copy Share Image
A month passes by and brings another month. Easy to guess what lies ahead: all of yesterday's boredom. And tomorrow ends up no longer… — C.P. Cavafy Copy Share Image
“From all I did and all I said let no one try to find out who I was. An obstacle was there that changed… — C.P. Cavafy Copy Share Image
Of what's to come the wise perceive things about to happen. Sometimes during moments of intense study their hearing's troubled: the hidden sound of… — C.P. Cavafy Copy Share Image
“ Ithaka As you set out for Ithaka hope the voyage is a long one, full of adventure, full of discovery. Laistrygonians and Cyclops,… — C.P. Cavafy Copy Share Image
“He said he'd hurt himself against a wall or had fallen down. But there was probably some other reason for the wounded, the bandaged… — C.P. Cavafy Copy Share Image
Try to keep them, poet, those erotic visions of yours, however few of them there are that can be stilled. Put them, half-hidden, in… — C.P. Cavafy Copy Share Image
