I have had much to learn from Sweden's poetry and, more especially, from her lyrics of the last generation.

Today riches and honours have been lavished on me, but one gift has been lacking, the most important one of all, the only one that matters, the gift of youth.

Keep it, keep it!" I answered. "You are very welcome to it! It is only a couple of small things, doesn't amount to anything—about everything I own in the world.

There was a rock in front of my hut, a tall, gray rock. By its looks it seemed to be well-disposed toward me.

Rather than admire the mediocre great men over whom passersby nudge each other in awe, I venerate the young, unknown geniuses who die in their teens, their souls shattered - delicate, phosphorescent glowworms that one must see to know they really did exist.

What will I do when I can no longer dig?

And love was creation's source,creation's ruler; but all love's ways are strewn with blossoms and blood, blossoms and blood.