“I sing the song of my heartstrings, alone in the eternal muteness, in the face of God.”

“Ask us not whether we are right or wrong, happy or sad, sane or mad.”

“And I will sing with my soul that my song shall echo in thy heart for eternity.”

“Glory remains unaware of my neglected dwelling where alone I sing my tearful song which has charms only for me.”

“I sing, not to hear the echo repeat, a shade fainter, my song! I think of light and not of glory! Singing is my fashion of waging war and bearing witness. And if my song is the proudest of songs, it is that I sing clearly to make the day rise clear!”

“My soul would sing of metamorphoses.But since, o gods, you were the source of thesebodies becoming other bodies, breatheyour breath into my book of changes: maythe song I sing be seamless as its wayweaves from the world's beginning to our day.”

“I had wanted to say that my song was far too painful to sing.”