My soul is my guide, for my soul is of that abode. I will not speak of the earthly. I am of the unknown
What is planted in each person's soul will sprout.
Because I cannot sleep I make music at night.
The result of my life is no more than three words: I was raw, I became cooked, I was burnt.
Love is a madman, working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes, running through the mountains...
Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.