You've seen the world, and all you've seen is nothing; and everything, as well, that you have said and heard is nothing. You've sprinted everywhere between here and the horizon; it is nothing. And all the possessions you've treasured up at home are nothing.

The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!

Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.

Drink! for you know not when you came, nor why; Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.

The secret must be kept from all non-people. The mystery must be hidden from all idiots.

This body is a tent which for a space Does the pure soul with kingly presence grace; When he departs, comes the tent-pitcher, Death, Strikes it, and moves to a new halting-place.

Hearts are like tapers, which at beauteous eyes Kindle a flame of love that never dies; And beauty is a flame, where hearts, like moths, Offer themselves a burning sacrifice.