The tyrant claims freedom to kill freedom, and yet keep it for himself.

The soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her, the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.

O master poet, I have sat down at thy feet. Only let me make my life simple and straight, like a flute of reed for thee to fill with music.

It means that God's Creation has not its source in any necessity; it comes from his fullness of joy; it is his love that creates, therefore in Creation is his own revealment.

Leave out my name from the gift if it be a burden, but keep my song.

Truth looks tawdry when she is overdressed.

Boasting is only a masked shame; it does not truly believe in itself.