There's Never An End For The Sea.

Habit Is The Ballast That Chains The Dog To His Vomit.

That Desert Of Loneliness And Recrimination That Men Call Love.

Do You Always Believe In The Life To Come? Mine Was Always That.

The Tears Of The World Are A Constant Quantity. For Each One Who Begins To Weep, Somewhere Else Another Stops. The Same Is True Of The Laugh.

They Give Birth Astride Of A Grave, The Light Gleams An Instant, Then It's Night Once More.