I arise full of eagerness and energy, knowing well what achievement lies ahead of me.

Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply.

I need this wild life, this freedom.

What makes life worth living? Better surely, to yield to the stain of suicide blood in me and seek forgetfulness in the embrace of cold dark death.

Love of man for woman - love of woman for man. That's the nature, the meaning, the best of life itself.