Our civilization is shifting from science and technology to rhetoric and litigation.

As I criss-cross the city hurrying, I feel always the unchanging cold beneath the pavement.

In every death, a busy world comes to an end.

Paradise endangered: garden snakes and mice are appearing in the shadowy corners of Dutch Old Master paintings.

Every good time that goes on too long turns into a hell.

Boredom turns to panic if my beloved leaves before the usual time.

Hope and despair ignore one another's cries.