The House Praises The Carpenter.

Pain, Indolence, Sterility, Endless Ennui Have Also Their Lesson For You, If You Are Great.

We Live Ruins Amid Ruins.

The Sky Is The Daily Bread Of The Eyes.

The Soul Comes From Without Into The Human Body, As Into A Temporary Abode, And It Goes Out Of It Anew… It Passes Into Other Habitations, For The Soul Is Immortal.

I Wish To Write Such Rhymes As Shall Not Suggest A Restraint, But Contrariwise The Wildest Freedom.