Too Few Rejoice At A Friend's Good

Alas, Poor Men, Their Destiny. When All Goes Well A Shadow Will Overthrow It. If It Be Unkind One Stroke Of A Wet Sponge Wipes All The Picture Out.

With Our Own Feathers, Not By Others' Hands, Are We Now Smitten.

Too Few Rejoice At A Friend's Good Fortune.

What Is There More Kindly Than The Feeling Between Host And Guest?

The Truth Has To Be Melted Out Of Our Stubborn Lives By Suffering. Nothing Speaks The Truth, Nothing Tells Us How Things Really Are, Nothing Forces Us To Know What We Do Not Want To Know Except Pain. And This Is How The Gods Declare Their Love.