"Dew is heavy on the grass below, the spider's web is ready. Heaven's ways include the human: among a thousand sorrows, I stand alone."

"I’m so thin, my shadow could slip through a crack in the door."

"How I long to lie down in some gully, alone and untrammeled! But I laugh at myself: an old madman growing older, growing madder."

"My heart is in a world of water and crystal, My clothes are damp in this time of spring rains."

"After the war-fires of three months, One message from home is worth a ton of gold."