Anything That Has Real And Lasting Value

There's No Quiet Place Here On Earth For Our Love, Not In The Village And Not Anywhere Else, So I Picture A Grave, Deep And Narrow, In Which We Embrace As If Clamped Together, I Bury My Face Against You, You Yours Against Me, And No One Will Ever See Us.

In Man's Struggle Against The World, Bet On The World.

There Is A Destination But No Way There; What We Refer To As Way Is Hesitation.

In A Certain Sense The Good Is Comfortless.

Torment Yourself As Little As Possible, Then You'll Torment Me Less.