“To know nothing about yourself is to live. To know yourself badly is to think.”

“What does a river know about this and what does a tree know?And I, who am no more than those, what do I know?Every time I look at things and think about what men think about them,I laugh like how a brook sounds cool on a stone.”

“But do we really live? To live without knowing what life is - is that living?”

“…to know how to think with emotions and to feel with intellect…”

“I don't know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don't know what to think or what I am.”

“I Know, I AloneI know, I aloneHow much it hurts, this heartWith no faith nor lawNor melody nor thought.Only I, only IAnd none of this can I sayBecause feeling is like the sky -Seen, nothing in it to see.”

“I placidly wait for what I don't know- My future and the future of everything.In the end there will only be silence except Where the waves of the sea bathe nothing.”