If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.

They never lynch children, babies, no matter what they do they are whitewashed in advance.

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.

Clear to me at last that the dark I have always struggled to keep under is in reality my most

It's a lot to ask of one creature, it's a lot to ask, that he should first behave as if he were not, then as if he were, before being admitted to that peace where he neither is, nor is not, and where the language dies that permits of such expressions.

I want very much to be back in the caul, on my back in the dark forever.

The essential doesn't change.