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.

There is no reason for amazement: surely one always knew that cultures decay, and life's end is death.

Cruelty is a part of nature, at least of human nature, but it is the one thing that seems unnatural to us.

Corruption never has been compulsory; when the cities lie at the monster's feet there are left the mountains.

The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars, life is your child, but there is in me Older and harder than life and more impartial, the eye that watched before there was an ocean.

Long live freedom and damn the ideologies.

Pleasure is the carrot dangled to lead the ass to market; or the precipice.