I missed you...and at the same time I was happy. Isn't that a queer thing?

Go on failing. Go on. Only next time, try to fail better.

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.

It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.

With his two hands he props up his jaw. He passes without a word. Perhaps he does not see me. One of these days I'll challenge him. I'll say, I don't know, I'll say something, I'll think of something when the time comes.

The forms are many in which the unchanging seeks relief from its formlessness.