I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom Between the conception And the creation Between the emotion And the response Falls the Shadow Life is very long Between the desire And the spasm Between the potency And the existence Between the essence And the descent Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom For Thine is Life is For Thine is the This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.

If you will not have God (and He is a jealous God), you should pay your respects to Hitler or Stalin.

I would meet you upon this honestly. I that was near your heart was removed therefrom To lose beauty in terror, terror in inquisition. I have lost my passion: why should I need to keep it Since what is kept must be adulterated? I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch: How should I use them for your closer contact?

The young feel tired at the end of an action, the old at the beginning.

I gotta use words to talk to you.

Upon the glazen shelves kept watch Matthew and Waldo, guardians of the faith The army of unalterable law.