A Man Has No Religion Who Has

The Autumn Always Gets Me Badly, As It Breaks Into Colours. I Want To Go South, Where There Is No Autumn, Where The Cold Doesn't Crouch Over One Like A Snow-leopard Waiting To Pounce.

Can You Understand How Cruelly I Feel The Lack Of Friends Who Will Believe In Me A Bit?

At The Back Of My Life's Horizon, Where The Dreamings Of Past Lives Crowd.

You Love Me So Much, You Want To Put Me In Your Pocket. And I Should Die There Smothered.

Human Love, Human Trust, Are Always Perilous, Because They Break Down. The Greater The Love, The Greater The Trust, And The Greater The Peril, The Greater The Disaster. Because To Place Absolute Trust On Another Human Being Is In Itself A Disaster, Both Ways, Since Each Human Being Is A Ship That Must Sail Its Own Course, Even If It Go In Company With Another Ship.... And Yet, Love Is The Greatest Thing Between Human Beings.