All our best men are laughed at in this nightmare land.
All of life is a foreign country.
After all a homeless man has reason to cry, everything in the world is pointed against him.
Accept loss forever.
A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.
A man who allows wild passion to arise within, himself first burns his heart, then after burning adds the wind thereto which ignites the fire again, or not, as the case may be.
A fine thing to be talking about angels in this day when common thieves smash the holy rosaries of their victims in the street…
“Literature” is no longer Necessary Teaching is left…
