So Long As You Don't Feel Life's

Death Is ... A Travelling Asunder Into Elemental Chaos. And From The Elemental Chaos All Is Cast Forth Again Into Creation. Therefore Death Also Is But A Cul-de-sac, A Melting-pot.

Men Always Do Leave Off Really Thinking, When The Last Bit Of Wild Animal Dies In Them.

At The Back Of My Life's Horizon, Where The Dreamings Of Past Lives Crowd.

Loud Peace Propaganda Makes War Seem Imminent.

Those That Go Searching For Love Only Make Manifest Their Own Lovelessness, And The Loveless Never Find Love, Only The Loving Find Love, And They Never Have To Seek For It.