I sit at my window and the words fly past me like birds — with God's help I catch some.
Some must cry so that others may be able to laugh the more heartily. Sacrifices are necessary.
Today I must be very careful, today I have left my armor at home.
It's so easy to make a person who hasn't got anything seem wrong.
But they never last, the golden days. And it can be sad, the sun in the afternoon, can't it? Yes, it can be sad, the afternoon sun, sad and frightening.
Life if curious when reduced to its essentials