I wonder what Adam and Eve think of it by this time.
Omissions are not accidents.
I believe verbal felicity is the fruit of ardor, of diligence, and of refusing to be false.
They fought the enemy, we fight fat living and self-pity. Shine, o shine, unfalsifying sun, on this sick scene.
You're not free until you've been made captive by supreme belief.
Below the incandescent stars / below the incandescent fruit, / the strange experience of beauty; / its existence is too much; / it tears one to pieces / and each fresh wave of consciousness / is poison.