Ah me, thou Destiny, Giver of evil gifts.
If you break little promises, you'll break big ones.
He never sleeps, the judge. He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die.
When the lambs is lost in the mountain, he said. They is cry. Sometime come the mother. Sometime the wolf.
If people knew the story of their lives how many would then elect to live them? People speak about what is in store. But there is nothing in store. The day is made of what has come before. The world itself must be surprised at the shape of that which appears. Perhaps even God.
Nobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave.