Love and desire are the spirit's wings to great deeds.

Love and desire are the spirit's wings to great deeds.

Still this planet's soil for noble deeds grants scope abounding.

There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One of these is roots, the other, wings.

You are aware of only one unrest;
Oh, never learn to know the other!
Two souls, alas, are dwelling in my breast,
And one is striving to forsake its brother.
Unto the world in grossly loving zest,
With clinging tendrils, one adheres;
The other rises forcibly in quest
Of rarefied ancestral spheres.
If there be spirits in the air
That hold their sway between the earth and sky,
Descend out of the golden vapors there
And sweep me into iridescent life.
Oh, came a magic cloak into my hands
To carry me to distant lands,
I should not trade it for the choicest gown,
Nor for the cloak and garments of the crown.

Whatever liberates our spirit without giving us self-control is disastrous.