Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky
The definition of hell is a place where nothing connects with nothing.
Death has a hundred hands and walks by a thousand ways.
Our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves, and of our visible, sensible world.
All time is unreedemable.
You must not on any account give me credit for being penetrating. I have impressed people that way before, and the result is always disaster.