He paints a dolphin in the woods, a boar in the waves.

He who sings the praises of his boyhood's days.

Gladly take the gifts of the present hour and abandon serious things!

All singers have this fault: if asked to sing among friends they are never so inclined; if unasked, they never leave off.

Here, or nowhere, is the thing we seek.

I can never forget suffering and I will never forget sunset. I came home with all of it in my mind.

Force without reason falls of its own weight.