«Children’s books, you alone I shall trust; / Children’s thoughts, you alone I shall cherish; / All that’s big is to vanish and perish: / Raise me up from deep sadness I must. I’m dead tired of living, and none / Would I take of what life were to grant me, / But my suffering lan...»
«Only to read childrens’ books, / only to love childish things, / throwing away adult things, / rising from saddest looks. I am wearied to death with life. / There’s nothing it has that I want, / but I celebrate my naked earth, / there’s no other world to descant. A plain swing of...»
«To read only children's books, / To cherish only children's thoughts. / All grown-up things to disperse far away, / And to rise from a deep sorrow. I am mortally tired of life, / I accept nothing of it, / But I love my poor earth, / Because I’ve seen no other. I swung myself in a far...»
«Speak not of ways of good and bad: / Both are the ways of good. / At dawn, by Freedom I was led / To where they split; I stood As Freedom said, “Two ways here run, / Two truths, two merits split. / The crowd will struggle choosing one, / The wise won’t toil one bit. The things tha...»