Life has a practice of living you, if you don't live it.

As a child, I thought I hated everybody, but when I grew up I realized it was just children I didn't like.

Here no elsewhere underwrites my existence.

He married a woman to stop her getting away Now she's there all day.

Heads in the Women's Ward On pillow after pillow lies The wild white hair and staring eyes; Jaws stand open; necks are stretched With every tendon sharply sketched; A bearded mouth talks silently To someone no one else can see. Sixty years ago they smiled At lover, husband, first-born child. Smiles are for youth. For old age come Death's terror and delirium.

What will survive of us is love.

In everyone there sleeps a sense of life lived according to love.