One's life is peculiar to one's own when one has invented it.
Life is not to be told, call it as loud as you like, it will not tell itself.
Ah God! she settles down we say; It means her powers slip away It means she draws back day by day From good or bad.
Time is a great conference planning our end, and youth is only the past putting a leg forward.
What is a ruin but time easing itself of endurance?
In the acceptance of depravity the sense of the past is most truly captured. What is a ruin but time easing itself of endurance? Corruption is the Age of Time.
Destiny and history are untidy.
A strong sense of identity gives man an idea he can do no wrong; too little accomplishes the same.
What turn of card, what trick of game Undiced? And you we valued still a little More than Christ.
Suffering for love is how I have learned practically everything I know, love of grandmother up and on.
An image is a stop the mind makes between uncertainties.
One sees you sitting in the sun Asleep; With the sweeter gifts you had And didn't keep, One grieves that the altars of Your vice lie deep.
Somewhere beneath her hurried curse, A corpse lies bounding in a hearse; And friends and relatives disperse, And are not stirred.