When the whole world is running headlong towards the precipice, one who walks in the opposite direction is looked at as being crazy.
In my beginning is my end.
Webster was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin.
Where shall the word be found, where will the word / Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence.
I am no prophet-and here's no great matter.
In the room the women come and go talking of Michelangelo.