Nature knows that people are a tide that swells and in time will ebb, and all their works dissolve ... As for us: We must uncenter our minds from ourselves. We must unhumanize our views a little and become confident as the rock and ocean that we are made from.

civilization is a transient sickness.

Only the drum is confident, it thinks the world has not changed

Imagination, the traitor of the mind, has taken my solitude and slain it.

If millions are born millions must die.

Truly men hate the truth; they'd liefer meet a tiger on the road.

A little too abstract, a little too wise, It is time for us to kiss the earth again, It is time to let the leaves rain from the skies, Let the rich life run to the roots again.