Lick your neighbor as yourself!
They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.
To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten.
Do you always believe in the life to come? Mine was always that.
What is this love that more than all the cursed deadly or any other of its great movers so moves the soul and soul what is this soul that more than by any of its great movers is by love so moved?
Don't touch me! Don't question me! Don't speak to me! Stay with me!