I will be gone from here and sing my songs/ In the forest wilderness where the wild beasts are,/ And carve in letters on the little trees/ The story of my love, and as the trees/ Will grow letters too will grow, to cry/ In a louder voice the story of my love.
There's a snake hidden in the grass.
Hug the shore; let others try the deep.
Time passes irrevocably.
Cease to think that the decrees of the gods can be changed by prayers.
It is easy to go down into Hell...; but to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air - -there's the rub.