How can one take delight in the world unless one flees to it for refuge?

The spirit becomes free only when it ceases to be a support.

By imposing too great a responsibility, or rather, all responsibility, on yourself, you crush yourself.

This noble body, equipped with everything necessary, almost to the point of bursting, also appeared to carry freedom around with it.

There's no quiet place here on earth for our love, not in the village and not anywhere else, so I picture a grave, deep and narrow, in which we embrace as if clamped together, I bury my face against you, you yours against me, and no one will ever see us.

You too have weapons.

Written kisses don't reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.