I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
I could never throw Love out of the window.
The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses
The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.