They had their faces twisted toward their haunches and found it necessary to walk backward, because they could not see ahead of them. ...And since he wanted so to see ahead, he looks behind and walks a backward path.
Without hope we live in desire.
Will cannot be quenched against its will.
Eternal love made me.
Reason flies When following the senses, on clipped wings.
There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you.