Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I can bear it.

Sometimes with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturn'd love; But now I think there is no unreturn'd love—the pay is certain, one way or another; (I loved a certain person ardently, and my love was not return'd; Yet out of that, I have written these songs.)

All truths wait in all things,/They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it

Pointing to another world will never stop vice among us; shedding light over this world can alone help us.

In all people I see myself - none more, and not one a barleycorn less; And the good or bad I say of myself, I say of them.

I exist as I am, that is enough.

Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later, delicate death.