Humor is also a way of saying something serious.

After such knowledge, what forgiveness?

Knowledge is invariably a matter of degree: you cannot put your finger upon even the simplest datum and say this we know.

I am moved by fancies that are curled, around these images and cling, the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing.

The definition of hell is a place where nothing connects with nothing.

Words move, music moves Only in time; but that which is only living Can only die. Words, after speech, reach Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern, Can words or music reach The stillness.

These fragments I have shored against my ruins