I know how to live here, I know how everything smells, and tastes, and is. What could I ever search for in the world, except this again?

He thought, or said, or sang, I did not know that I was so empty, to be so full.

Men have to have heroes, but no man can ever be as big as the need, and so a legend grows around a grain of truth, like a pearl.

They know these mornings well and love them desperately because they cannot last - these people who know that nothing lasts.

- and you are truly human now. You can love, and fear, and forbid things to be what they are, and overact.

Love was generous precisely because it could never be immortal.

song of elli (old age) "What is plucked will grow again, What is slain lives on, What is stolen will remain What is gone is gone... What is sea-born dies on land, Soft is trod upon. What is given burns the hand - What is gone is gone... Here is there, and high is low; All may be undone. What is true, no two men know - What is gone is gone... Who has choices need not choose. We must, who have none. We can love but what we lose - What is gone is gone.