Before me floats an image, man or shade, / Shade more than man, more image than a shade.

And God, the herdsman, goads them on behind.

In dreams begins responsibility.

The world being illusive, one must be deluded in some way if one is to triumph in it.

I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.

Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.

While they danced they came over them the weariness with the world, the melancholy, the pity one for the other, which is the exultation of love.