Soft rain, summer rain/ Whispers from bushes, whispers from trees./ Oh, how lovely and full of blessing/ To dream and be satisfied./ / I was so long in the outer brightness,/ I am not used to this up...
Wandering
As every flower fades and as all youth/ Departs, so life at every stage,/ So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,/ Blooms in its day and may not last forever./ Since life may summon us at every age/ ...
The Glass Bead Game
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human