Who leaves the pine-tree, leaves his friend, Unnerves his strength, invites his end.
How much finer things are in composition than alone.
We stand against fate, as children stand up against the wall in their father's house, and notch their height from year to year. But when the boy grows to a man, and is master of the house, he pulls down that wall and builds it new and bigger.
Who hears me, who understands me, becomes mine, a possession for all time.
Lose yourself in nature and find peace
We put our love where we have put our labor.