A tomb now suffices him for whom the world was not enough.

There are policemen in the street and angels in the clouds.

You have peace when you make it with yourself.

If you were music$$$ I would listen to you ceaselessly$$$ and my low spirits would brighten up.

Rising from the past$$$ my shadows running in silence to meet me.

The true teacher defends his pupils against his own personal influence.

Run with the hunted.

Music I heard with you was more than music. And bread I broke with you was more than bread.

Who$$$ except the gods$$$ can live time through forever without any pain?

The end of Religion is not to teach us how to die$$$ but how to live.