He Who Kisses Joy As

Thy Friendship Oft Has Made My Heart To Ache: Do Be My Enemy For Friendship's Sake.

O White-robed Angel, Guide My Timorous Hand To Write As On A Lofty Rock With Iron Pen The Words Of Truth, That All Who Pass May Read.

I Care Not Whether A Man Is Good Or Evil; All That I Care / Is Whether He Is A Wise Man Or A Fool. Go! Put Off Holiness, / And Put On Intellect.

My Mother Groaned, My Father Wept, Into The Dangerous World I Leapt.

To Create A Little Flower Is The Labour Of Ages.