Man is immortal; therefore he must die endlessly.
For life is a creative idea;
it can only find itself in changing forms.
Man’s abiding happiness is not in getting anything
but in giving himself up to what is greater than himself,
to ideas which are larger than his individual life,
the idea of his country,
of humanity,
of God.
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I know that the day will come
and life will take its leave in silence,drawing the last curtain over my eyes.Yet stars will watch at night,and morning rise as before,and hours heave like sea waves casting up pleasures and pains.When I think of this end of my moments,the barrier of the moments breaksand I see by the light of deaththy world with…
Ah me, why did they build my
town?They moor their laden boats nearmy trees.They come and go and wander attheir will.I sit and watch them; my timewears on.Turn them away I cannot. Andthus my days pass by.Night and day their steps soundby my door.Vainly I cry, ‘I do not knowyou.’Some of them are known to myfingers, some to my nostrils, theblood in…
I plucked your flower, O world!
thorn pricked.When the day waned and itdarkened, I found that the flower hadfaded, but the pain remained.More flowers will come to you withperfume and pride, O world!But my time for flower-gatheringis over, and through the dark nightI have not my rose, only the painremains.
Yes, I know, this is nothing but thy love,
these idle clouds sailing across the sky,this passing breeze leaving its coolness upon my forehead.The morning light has flooded my eyes—this is thy message to my heart.Thy face is bent from above, thy eyes look down on my eyes,and my heart has touched thy feet.
Why do you whisper so faintly in
When the flowers droop in theevening and cattle come back to theirstalls, you stealthily come to my sideand speak words that I do notunderstand.Is this how you must woo and winme with the opiate of drowsy murmurand cold kisses, O Death, my Death?Will there be no proud ceremonyfor our wedding?Will you not tie up with…
O Fool, try to carry thyself upon thy own shoulders!
Leave all thy burdens on his hands who can bear all,and never look behind in regret.Thy desire at once puts out the light from the lamp it touches with its breath.It is unholy—take not thy gifts through its unclean hands.Accept only what is offered by sacred love.