As A Body Everyone Is Single, As

A Longing To Wander Tears My Heart When I Hear Trees Rustling In The Wind At Evening...

In Germany I Have Been Acknowledged Again Since The Fall Of Hitler, But My Works, Partly Suppressed By The Nazis And Partly Destroyed By The War; Have Not Yet Been Republished There.

Om Is The Bow, The Arrow Is Soul.

Not In His Speech, Not In His Thoughts, I See His Greatness, Only In His Actions, In His Life.

At One Time I Had Given Much Thought To Why Men Were So Very Rarely Capable Of Living For An Ideal. Now I Saw That Many, No, All Men Were Capable Of Dying For One.