Chastity Is A Virtue With Some, But

Everything Goes, Everything Comes Back; Eternally Rolls The Wheel Of Being. Everything Dies, Everything Blossoms Again; Eternally Runs The Year Of Being. Everything Breaks, Everything Is Joined Anew; Eternally The Same House Of Being Is Built. Everything Parts, Everything Greets Every Other Thing Again; Eternally The Ring Of Being Remains Faithful To Itself. In Every Now, Being Begins; Round Every Here Rolls The Sphere There. The Center Is Everywhere. Bent Is The Path Of Eternity.

[heraclitus Speaks As If] In Entrancement ... But [also] Truthfully.

The Rights Which A Man Arrogates To Himself Are Relative To The Duties Which He Sets Himself, And To The Tasks Which He Feels Capable Of Performing.

The Poet Presents His Thoughts Festively, On The Carriage Of Rhythm: Usually Because They Could Not Walk.

Faith, Indeed, Has Up To The Present Not Been Able To Move Real Mountains, Although I Do Not Know Who Assumed That It Could. But It Can Put Mountains Where There Are None.