The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.

Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.

He would say, "How funny it will all seem, all you've gone through, when I'm not here anymore, when you no longer feel my arms around your shoulders, nor my heart beneath you, nor this mouth on your eyes, because I will have to go away some day, far away..." And in that instant I could feel myself with him gone, dizzy with fear, sinking down into the most horrible blackness: into death.

Weakness or strength: you exist, that is strength. You don't know where you are going or why you are going, go in everywhere, answer everyone. No one will kill you, any more than if you were a corpse.

Now I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach.

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

Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!