"I have had much to learn from Sweden's poetry and, more especially, from her lyrics of the last gene..." — Knut Hamsun

When good befalls a man he calls it Providence, when evil fate.

I have gone to the forest.

No worse fate can befall a young man or woman than becoming prematurely entrenched in prudence and negation.

For I mean to roam and think and make great irons red-hot.