Nothing Seems To Me To Be Rarer

Ah, Only He Who Knows Where He Sails, Knows What Wind Is Good, And A Fair Wind For Him.

In Song And Dance, Man Forgets How To Walk And Speak And Is On The Way Into Flying Into The Air, Dancing... His Very Gestures Express Enchantment.

At Every Step One Has To Wrestle For Truth; One Has To Surrender For It Almost Everything To Which The Heart, To Which Our Love, Our Trust In Life, Cling Otherwise. That Requires Greatness Of Soul: The Service Of Truth Is The Hardest Service. What Does It Mean, After All, To Have Integrity In Matters Of The Spirit? That One Is Severe Against One's Heart...that One Makes Of Every Yes And No A Matter Of Conscience.

Different Types Of Dangerous Lives-you Have No Idea What You Are Living Through; You Rush Through Life As If You Were Drunk And Now And Then Fall Down Some Staircase. But Thanks To Your Drunkenness You Never Break A Limb; Your Muscles Are Too Relaxed And Your Brain Too Benighted For You To Find The Stones Of These Stairs As Hard As We Do.

A Refined Soul Is Distressed To Know That Someone Owes It Thanks; A Crude Soul, To Know That It Owes Someone Thanks.