Death Is The Most Blessed Dream.

Do You Know, Valerio, That Even The Least Among All Humans Is So Great That Life Is Far Too Short To Love Him?

How Many Women Does One Need To Sing The Scale Of Love All The Way Up And Down?

The Statue Of Freedom Has Not Been Cast Yet, The Furnace Is Hot, We Can All Still Burn Our Fingers.

Only One Thing Abides: An Infinite Beauty That Passes From Form To Form, Eternally Changed And Revealed Afresh.

People Like Us Are Unhappy In This World And In The Next, I Guess If We Made It To Heaven, We'd Have To Help Make It Thunder.