Drowsing, they take the noble attitude of a great sphinx, who, in a desert land, sleeps always, dreaming dreams that have no end.
The form of a town changes more swiftly alas! Than the heart of a mortal.
There are moments of existence when time and space are more profound, and the awareness of existence is immensely heightened.
Music fathoms the sky.
I am a cemetery abhorred by the moon, In which long worms crawl like remorse.
I think I would be happy in that place I happen not to be, and this question of moving house is the subject of a perpetual dialogue I have with my soul.