To One Who Is Accustomed To Thinking

Creating-that Is The Great Salvation From Suffering.

What Is Happening To Me Happens To All Fruits That Grow Ripe. It Is The Honey In My Veins That Makes My Blood Thicker, And My Soul Quieter.

In Order To Be Somebody You Have To Hold Even Your Shadow In High Regard.

Sensuality Often Makes Love Grow Too Quickly, So That The Root Remains Weak And Is Easy To Pull Out.

We Do Not Belong To Those Who Only Get Their Thought From Books, Or At The Prompting Of Books, -- It Is Our Custom To Think In The Open Air, Walking, Leaping, Climbing, Or Dancing On Lonesome Mountains By Preference, Or Close To The Sea, Where Even The Paths Become Thoughtful.