Life Must Go On; I Forget Just

The Younger Generation Forms A Country Of Its Own. It Has No Geographical Boundaries. I've Talked With Young Hungarians In Budapest, With Young Italians In Rome, With Young Frenchmen In Paris, And With Young People All Over. ... These Young People Are Going To Do Things. They Are Going To Change Things.

Love Is Not All; It Is Not Meat Nor Drink.

If I Could Have Two Things In One: The Peace Of The Grave, And The Light Of The Sun.

That Which Has Quelled Me, Lives With Me, Accomplice In Catastrophe.

Death Devours All Lovely Things; Lesbia With Her Sparrow Shares The Darkness--presently Every Bed Is Narrow.