Frog or pearl, life hid something at the bottom of the cup.
Not till the end of the war will there be any time for art or love or magic again. Perhaps never again.
Nature has a counterpart, a representation of every interior mood and obscure perception of man.
I blessed the power which has filled my life with poetry.
One should be allowed to choose one's burden.
For watching death, and above all, after death; not death in battle, but death after battle, brings one to certain indifferences that are also a form of death.