Progress is a comfortable disease.

...and down they forgot as up they grew.

who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you

there's time for laughing and there's time for crying— for hoping for despair for peace for longing —a time for growing and a time for dying: a night for silence and a day for singing but more than all(as all your more than eyes tell me)there is a time for timelessness

No evil is so worse than worst you fall in hate with love.

God's terrible face brighter than a spoon collects the image of one fatal word;so that my life(which liked the sun and the moon)resembles something that has not occurred:i am a birdcage without any bird a collar looking for a dog a kisswithout lips;a prayer lacking any kneesbut something beats within my shirt to provehe is undead who living noone is.I have never loved you dear as now i love.

The hardest fight a man has to fight is to live in a world where every single day someone is trying to make you someone you do not want to be--