The Pale, Cold Light Of The Winter

That Is Happiness; To Be Dissolved Into Something Complete And Great.

Men Travel Faster Now, But I Do Not Know If They Go To Better Things.

Only The Stupid And The Phlegmatic Should Teach.

Freedom So Often Means That One Isn't Needed Anywhere. Here You Are An Individual, You Have A Background Of Your Own, You Would Be Missed. But Off There In The Cities There Are Thousands Of Rolling Stones Like Me. We Are All Alike; We Have No Ties, We Know Nobody, We Own Nothing.

The Land Belongs To The Future.