No Worse Fate Can Befall A Young

Love Is Every Bit As Violent And Dangerous As Murder.

The Other One He Loved Like A Slave, Like A Madman And Like A Beggar. Why? Ask The Dust On The Road And The Falling Leaves, Ask The Mysterious God Of Life; For No One Knows Such Things. She Gave Him Nothing, No Nothing Did She Give Him And Yet He Thanked Her. She Said: Give Me Your Peace And Your Reason! And He Was Only Sorry She Did Not Ask For His Life.

But What Really Matters Is Not What You Believe But The Faith And Conviction With Which You Believe.

Heaven Knows That There Are Plenty Of Opportunities In Later Life, Too, For Being Carried Away. What Of It? We Remain What We Are And, No Doubt, It Is All Very Good For Us!

I Can't Even Make Up A Rhyme About An Umbrella, Let Alone Death And Life And Eternal Peace.