Grief is a hole you walk around in the daytime and at night you fall into it.
Marvelous Truth, confront us at every turn, in every guise.
If woman is inconstant, good, I am faithful to ebb and flow, I fall in season and now is a time of ripening.
Peace as a positive condition of society, not merely as an interim between wars, is something so unknown that it casts no images on the mind's screen.
We must breathe time as fishes breathe water.
But for us the road unfurls itself, we don't stop walking, we know there is far to go.