The Desire For Order Is The Only

Let Us Lose None Of Their Humble Words, Let Us Note Their Slightest Gestures, And Tell Me, Tell Me That We Will Think Of Them Together, Now And Later, When We Realise The Misery Of The Times And The Magnitude Of Their Sacrifice.

In The Beds Which The Piety Of The Public Has Prepared On Every Side, Stricken Men Await The Verdict Of Fate.

I Can No Longer Think What I Want To Think. My Thoughts Have Been Replaced By Moving Images.

We Do Not Know The True Value Of Our Moments Until They Have Undergone The Test Of Memory.

I Have Too Much Respect For The Idea Of God To Make It Responsible For Such An Absurd World.