Love yourself. Then forget it. Then, love the world.

And to tell the truth I don't want to let go of the wrists of idleness, I don't want to sell my life for money, I don't even want to come in out of the rain.

The stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own.

There is only one question: / how to love this world.

All culture developed as some wild, raw creature strived to live better and longer.

We can know a lot. And still, no doubt, there are rash and wonderful ideas brewing somewhere; there are many surprises yet to come.

And who will care, who will chide you if you wander away from wherever you are, to look for your soul?