The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains, rivers & cities; but to know someone who thinks & feels with us, & who, though distant, is close to us in spirit, this makes the earth for us an inhabited garden.

The limits of my language are the limits of my universe.

Ein Teil von jener Kraft, die stets das Böse will und stets das Gute schafft. -Goethe-

CHORUSGird thee for the high endeavor;Shun the crowd’s ignoble ease!Fails the spirit never,Wise to think, and prompt to seize.Goethe, Faust, Part II, act 1, 50–53

If you had swum across the furthest oceanAnd seen the vastness of infinityThough dread of death might seize you, you'd still seeThe rolling waves in never-ceasing motionYou'd still see something: Schools of dolphins swimmingAcross the green and placid waters, skimmingThe clouds, the sun and the moon, stars overhead -You will see nothing in that void all roundYou will not hear your footsteps where you treadBeneath your feet, you'll feel no solid ground