Seagulls . . . Slim Yachts Of

The Tides Are In Our Veins, We Still Mirror The Stars, Life Is Your Child, But There Is In Me Older And Harder Than Life And More Impartial, The Eye That Watched Before There Was An Ocean.

The Heads Of Strong Old Age Are Beautiful Beyond All Grace Of Youth.

Civilization Is A Transient Sickness.

Oh Heavy Change. The World Deteriorates Like A Rotting Apple, Worms And A Skin.

Happy People Die Whole, They Are All Dissolved In A Moment, They Have Had What They Wanted.