You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; They called me the hyacinth girl.' —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence. Od' und leer das Meer.

We should not confuse information with knowledge.

For he will do As he do do And there's no doing anything about it!

Hungry Hatred, will not strive against intelligence self-interest.

Between the vision and the act lies the shadow.

The rats are underneath the piles/ The Jew is underneath the lot.

Philosophy: a purple bullfinch in a lilac tree.