The heads of strong old age are beautiful beyond all grace of youth.
Hear the music, the thunder of the wings. Love the wild swan.
The love of freedom has been the quality of Western man.
Does it matter whether you hate yourself? At least love your eyes that can see, your mind that can hear the music, the thunder of the wings.
He is strong and pain is worse to the strong, incapacity is worse.
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.