To this pass Christianity has come There is no God, and Jesus is his son.

A poet is deeply conflicted and it's in his work that he reconciles those deep conflicts. The place is the harbor. It doesn't set the world in order, you know, it's the place of reconciliation. It's the Consolamentum, the kiss of peace.

Progress of a marriage: There was a time when you couldn't make me happy. Now the time has come when you can make me unhappy.

God is indeed dead. He died of self-horror when He saw the creature He had made in His own image.

Time flames like a paraffin stove / and what burns are the minutes I live.

To this pass Christianity has come There is no God, and Jesus is his son.

A political leader worthy of assassination