What is this world that is hastening me toward I know not what, viewing me with contempt?
Love is the only flower that grows and blossoms without the aid of the seasons
When the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
Darkness is dawn not yet born.
Humanity is a river of light running from the ex-eternity to eternity.
He is short-sighted who looks only on the path he treads and the wall on which he leans.