On the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths, And walk over the short grass, as I am pricked by the wheat: Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet. I will let the wind bathe my bare head. I will not speak, I will have no thoughts: But infinite love will mount in my soul; And I will go far, far off, like a gypsy, through the countryside - as happy as if I were a woman. "Sensation

I could never throw Love out of the window.

No one's serious at seventeen.

The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea

The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.

I'm intact, and I don't give a damn.

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