Now understand me well. It is provided in the essence of things that from any fruition of success, no matter what, shall come forth something to make a greater struggle necessary.

Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost.

In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.

O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you; As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.

O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?

Now I see that there is no such thing as love unreturn'd. The pay is certain, one way or another.

The work for giants...to serve well the guns!