Certainly within any decadent period, you would probably find the purest expressions of conviction, and I do not see that in many of the people I know.
Leonard CohenIn streams of light I clearly saw The dust you seldom see, Out of which the Nameless makes A Name for one like me... All busy in the sunlight The flecks did float and dance, And I was tumbled up with them In formless circumstance.
Leonard CohenI loved you when you opened like a lily to the heat; you see Iām just another snowman standing in the rain and sleet who loved you with his frozen love, his second hand physique, with all he is and all he was a thousand kisses deep.
Leonard Cohen