We are fastened to a dying animal.
Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.
The soul of man is of the imperishable substance of the stars!
Hammer your thoughts into unity.
We only believe in those thoughts which have been conceived not in the brain but in the whole body.
I kiss you and kiss you, With arms around my own, Ah, how shall I miss you, When, dear, you have grown.