Life Must Go On, Even If It's

That Is Perhaps What We Seek Throughout Life, That And Nothing More, The Greatest Possible Sorrow So As To Become Fully Ourselves Before Dying.

Troubles Are As Endless As Pleasures Are Brief.

Maybe I'd Never See Him Again... Maybe He'd Gone For Good... Swallowed Up, Body And Soul, In The Kind Of Stories You Hear About... Ah, It's An Awful Thing... And Being Young Doesn't Help Any... When You Notice For The First Time... The Way You Lose People As You Go Along ... The Buddies You'll Never See Again... Never Again... When You Notice That They've Disappeared Like Dreams... That It's All Over... Finished... That You Too Will Get Lost Someday... A Long Way Off But Inevitably... In The Awful Torrent Of Things And People... Of The Days And Shapes... That Pass... That Never Stop.

Life Is Filigree Work. What Is Written Clearly Is Not Worth Much, It's The Transparency That Counts.

When You Stop To Examine The Way In Which Our Words Are Formed And Uttered, Our Sentences Are Hard-put To It To Survive The Disaster Of Their Slobbery Origins.