"Like the sweet apple which reddens upon the topmost bough, at the very topmost top – the apple-gatherers have forgotten it – no, not forgotten it, but they could not reach it."

"I am weary of all your words and soft, strange ways."

"When anger spreads through the breath, guard thy tongue from barking idly."

"My tongue is broken, a subtle fire runs beneath my skin, my eyes see nothing, my ears hum, cold sweat pours down me, a trembling seizes all my body, and I am greener than grass."

"No honey for me, if it comes with a bee."