We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.
Into the day as by dream I swim to the music of nourished meaning.
When all is lost, there is still a memory.
Creators of history always play with our impotence and our ignorance.
We measure everything by ourselves with almost a necessary conceit.
Deliver thunder, God If you choose not to talk.