If only I could so live and so serve the world that after me there should never again be birds in cages.

To set sail somewhere is more important than life itself.

Where a pack of monkeys had traveled over the road, the smell of them lingered for a long time in the air, a dry and stale, mousy smell.

One must in this lower world love many things to know finally what one loves the best.

The Cicada sing an endless song in the long grass, smells run along the earth and falling stars run over the sky, like tears over a cheek. You are the privileged person to whom everything is taken. The Kings of Tarshish shall bring gifts.

It is a good thing to be a great sinner. Or should human beings allow Christ to have died on the Cross for the sake of our petty lies and our paltry whorings

One may take many liberties with God which one cannot take with men.