Fate gave, what Chance shall not control, His sad lucidity of soul.

Singing, 'Here came a mortal, But faithless was she: And alone dwell for ever The kings of the sea.'

The World in which we live and move Outlasts aversion, outlasts love: Outlasts each effort, interest, hope, Remorse, grief, joy.

Where great whales come sailing by, Sail and sail, with unshut eye, Round the world for ever and aye? When did music come this way? Children dear, was it yeste…

Only on the edge of the grave can man conclude anything.

O saisons, o chateaux, Quelle ame est sans defauts?

As you get older, you find that often the wheat, disentangling itself from the chaff, comes out to meet you.