The curtain falls, and man once more finds himself a child playing with whole worlds - a child, awoken by the first glow of morning, who laughingly wipes the frightful dreams from his brow.

But say, my brothers, what can the child do that even the lion could not do? Why must the preying lion still become a child? The child is innocence and forgetting, a new beginning, a sacred 'Yes.' For the game of creation, my brothers, a sacred 'Yes' is needed: the spirit now wills his own will, and he who had been lost to the world now conquers his own world.

I speak and the child plays: who can be more serious than we are?

Maturity in a man: that means having found once again the seriousness which man had as a child, in play.

When you are surrounded by children, the child in you comes back.

The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.