Generations pass while some tree stands, and old families last not three oaks.
What a thing friendship is - World without end.
A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.
Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke!
Of power does Man possess no particle: Of knowledge-just so much as show that still It ends in ignorance on every side.
And I have written three books on the soul, Proving absurd all written hitherto, And putting us to ignorance again.