I cry, Love! Love! Love! happy happy Love! free as the mountain wind!
No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
He who makes his law a curse, by his own law shall surely die.
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
Christianity is art and not money. Money is its curse.
Listen to the fool's reproach! It is a kingly title!