"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.'"

"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."

"Raise high the roof beam, carpenters!"

"If you are squeamish, don't prod the beach rubble."

"I can't stand being the old one any longer, Living with you."