Only themselves understand themselves and the like of themselves, As souls only understand souls.

The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.

I have learned that to be with those I like is enough.

The beauty of independence, departure, actions that rely on themselves.

Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard.

That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again and ever again, this soiled world.

The past, the future, majesty, love - if they are vacant of you, you are vacant of them.