All the things you would do gladly, oh without enthusiasm, but gladly, all the things there seems no reason for your not doing, and that you do not do! Can it be we are not free? It might be worth looking into.

The essential doesn't change.

Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.

There's no lack of void.

The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is liquefied brain.

To what will love not stoop!

Poets are the sense, philosophers­­ the intelligence­­ of humanity.