One Ought To Have The Right To

Everyone Must Imagine His Own Snakes Because No One Else's Snakes Can Ever Be As Awful.

There's No Need To Imagine That You're A Wondrous Beauty, Because That's What You Are.

One Must Use The Night.

Most Of The People Are Homesick Anyway, And A Little Lonely, And They Hide Themselves In Their Hair And Are Turned Into Flowers.

He Was The Owner Of The Moonlight On The Ground, He Fell In Love With The Most Beautiful Of The Trees, He Made Wreaths Of Leaves And Strung Them Around His Neck.