I Laugh At My Heart, And Do

The Philosophers Must Station Themselves In The Middle.

Age Merely Shows What Children We Remain.

Thus I Reel From Desire To Fulfillment And In Fulfillment Languish For Desire.

Do Thine Own Task, And Be Therewith Content.

The World Is So Empty If One Thinks Only Of Mountains, Rivers And Cities; But To Know Someone Who Thinks And Feels With Us, And Who, Though Distant, Is Close To Us In Spirit, This Makes The Earth For Us An Inhabited Garden.