If she says goodbye perhaps adieu. Adieu - like those old time songs she sang. Always adieu (and all songs say it). If she too says it, or weeps, I'll take her in my arms, my lunatic. She's mad but mine, mine. What will I care for gods or devils or for Fate itself. If she smiles or weeps or both. For me.

And what does anyone know about traitors, or why Judas did what he did?

Age seldom arrives smoothly or quickly. It's more often a succession of jerks.

As it was in the beginning, ... is now, and ever shall be, world without end.

Life if curious when reduced to its essentials

Now I no longer wish to be loved, beautiful, happy or successful. I want one thing and one thing only - to be left alone.

I want more of this feeling - fire and wings.