Give me those days with heart in riot, The depths of bliss that touched on pain, The force of hate, and love's disquiet- Ah, give me back my youth again!

The Evil One has left, the evil ones remain.

The miller believes that all the wheat grows so that his mill keeps running.

What is not fully understood is not possessed.

In the colored reflection we have Life.

Those only obtain love, for the most part, who seek it not.

All understanding begins in wonder!