Someone spilled the ink on the canvas. Now boasts: "I painted the night".

Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.

Life's aspirations come in the guise of children.

Let not the hours pass by in the dark. Kindle the lamp of love with thy life.

Beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love

By all means they try to hold me secure who love me in this world. But it is otherwise with thy love which is greater than theirs, and thout keepst me free. Lest I forgot them they never venture to leave me alone. But day passes by after day and thou art not seen. If I call not thee in my prayers, if I keep not thee in my heart, thy love for me still waits for my love.

Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord.