As estimated, you died. Things marched, sufficient, to that end. Just so much Zyklon and leather, patented terror, so many routine cries.

Public toilets have a duty to be accessible, poetry does not.

September fattens on vines. Roses flake from the wall. The smoke of harmless fires drifts to my eyes. This is plenty. This is more than enough.

We are difficult. Human beings are difficult. We’re difficult to ourselves, we’re difficult to each other.

Autumn resumes the land, ruffles the woods with smoky wings, entangles them.

Thus I grind to conclusion.

Platonic England, house of solitudes, rests in its laurels and its injured stone

Dig -- the mostly uncouth -- language of grace.

Evil is not good's absence but gravity'severlasting bedrock and its fatal chainsinert, violent, the suffrage of our days.

Who now would thrust enquiry on / Beyond necessity of desire?

As a rule of thumb, it was always safer if the Commander-in-Chief formulated a risky plan.

Madness plants mirrors in the desert. I find the means frightening.

Be careful that you do not write or paint anything that is not your own, that you don't know in your own soul.

For the world is Hell, and men are on the one hand the tormented souls and on the other the devils in it.

Henry Kissinger should have the door shut in his face by every decent person and should be shamed, ostracized and excluded.

The computing world is very good at things that we are not. It is very good at memory.

You don't think I'm crazy?" I asked hesitantly. "Like I'm one to judge another persons sanity.

Don't go," she whispered, her eyes closed. It was all happening too fast. She couldn't give Daniel up. Not yet. She didn't think she ever could.

Girls use social media in all kinds of ways. They use it to have friendships. They use it to be playful with each other, to make each other laugh.

We inter-breath with the rain forests, we drink from the oceans. They are part of our own body.