Truth - is as old as God-.
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity Nor had I time to love: but since Some industry must be, The little toil of love, I thought, Was large enough for me.
How frugal is the chariot that bears a human soul.
I cannot live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
I have an appetite for silence.
A great hope fell You heard no noise The ruin was within.