Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.

My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?

I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.

I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.

You will always be a hyena.

In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.