Be Young Forever, Seasons Of The Earth.

All Of Us Yearn For The Highest Wisdom, But We Have To Rely On Ourselves In The End.

Our Memory Is Childish And It Saves Only What We Need.

A Man Should Not Love The Moon. An Ax Should Not Lose Weight In His Hand. His Garden Should Smell Of Rotting Apples, And Grow A Fair Amount Of Nettles.

The Soul Exceeds Its Circumstances.

When I Curse Fate, It's Not Me, But The Earth In Me.