He who loses his mother loses a pure soul who blesses and guards him constantly.

The only time a juggler / Appeals to me / Is when I see him / Miss the ball.

Where is the justice of political power if it executes the murderer and jails the plunderer, and then itself marches upon neighboring lands, killing thousands and pillaging the very hills?

That deed which in our guilt we today call weakness, will appear tomorrow as an essential link in the complete chain of Man.

When you were a wandering desire in the mist, I too was there, a wandering desire. Then we sought one another, and out of our eagerness dreams were born. And dreams were time limitless, and dreams were space without measure.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.