To Every Man Who Struggles With His

The Flood Subsides, And The Body, Like A Worn Sea-shell Emerges Strange And Lovely.

I Am In Love - And, My God, It Is The Greatest Thing That Can Happen To A Man. I Tell You, Find A Woman You Can Fall In Love With. Do It. Let Yourself Fall In Love. If You Have Not Done So Already, You Are Wasting Your Life.

The Dead Don't Die. They Look On And Help.

Along The Avenue Of Cypresses, All In Their Scarlet Cloaks And Surplices Of Linen, Go The Chanting Choristers, The Priests In Gold And Black, The Villagers. . . .

It's Hard To Ravish A Tin Of Sardines.