“Two souls alas! are dwelling in my breast”

“Two souls, alas, are housed within my breast,And each will wrestle for the mastery there.”

“What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies.”

“You are aware of only one unrest;Oh, never learn to know the other!Two souls, alas, are dwelling in my breast,And one is striving to forsake its brother.Unto the world in grossly loving zest,With clinging tendrils, one adheres;The other rises forcibly in questOf rarefied ancestral spheres.If there be spirits in the airThat hold their sway between the earth and sky,Descend out of the golden vapors thereAnd sweep me into iridescent life.Oh, came a magic cloak into my handsTo carry me to distant lands,I should not trade it for the choicest gown,Nor for the cloak and garments of the crown.”

“Faust complained about having two souls in his breast, but I harbor a whole crowd of them and they quarrel. It is like being in a republic.”

“I revel in flowers without let,An atom at random in space;My soul dwells in regions ethereal,And the world is my dreaming-place.”