“Apparently with no surpriseTo any happy FlowerThe Frost beheads it at its play --In accidental power --The blonde Assassin passes on --The Sun proceeds unmovedTo measure off another DayFor an Approving God.”

“... but happiness is to joy as an electric light bulb is to the sun. Happiness always has an object, you're happy because of something, it's a condition whose existence depends on external things. Joy, on the other hand, has no object. It seizes you for no apparent reason, it's like the sun, its burning is fueled by its own heart.”

“Happiness always has an object... Depends on external things. Joy... Has no object. It seizes you for no apparent reason, it's like the sun, its burning is fueled by its own heart.”

“The frost performs its secret ministry,Unhelped by any wind.”

“In the days of the frost seek an minor sun.”

“The heart of animals is the foundation of their life, the sovereign of everything within them, the sun of their microcosm, that upon which all growth depends, from which all power proceeds.”