The definition of hell is a place where nothing connects with nothing.
In our rhythm of earthly life we tire of light. We are glad when the day ends, when the play ends; and ecstasy is too much pain.
You have learned enough to see that cats are much like you and me.
Past art is subject to change.
Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
Where is the Life we lost in living?