No longer a stranger, you listen all day to these crazy love-words. Like a bee you fill hundreds of homes with honey, though yours is a long flight from here.

I am a child whose teacher is LOVE surely my master won't let me grow to be a fool.

When there's no sign of hope in the desert, so much hope still lives inside despair. Heart, don't kill that hope.

I smile like a flower not only with my lips but with my whole being.

I am weary of personal worrying, in love with the art of madness.

And patience flees my heart, And reason flees my mind. Oh, how drunk can I get to be, Without your love's security?

War, like children's fights, are meaningless, pitiless, and contemptible.