“Before him, numberless lovers smiled and talked.
And death was observed with sudden cries,
And birth with laughter and pain.
And the trees grew taller and blacker against the skies
And night came down again.”

“The sweeter the apple, the blacker the core. Scratch a lover and find a foe!”

“Skiing combines outdoor fun with knocking down trees with your face.”

“The murderer smiles palely in wine,
Death's horror grips the sick.
Excoriated and naked, the nun prays
Before the Savior's agony on the cross.

The mother sings quietly in sleep.
Peacefully the child looks into the night
With eyes that are completely truthful.
In the whorehouse laughter rings.

By candlelight down in the cellar hole
The dead one paints with white hand
A grinning silence on the wall.
The sleeper whispers still.”

“I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;
I fled Him, down the arches of the years;
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways
Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears
I hid from Him, and under running laughter.”

“When you came you cried and everybody smiled with joy; when you go smile and let the world cry for you.”

“My hair is grey, but not with years,
Nor grew it white
In a single night,
As men's have grown from sudden fears.”

“Death slue not him, but he made death his ladder to the skies.”

“Death is an old friend; I know him well. I lived with him, ate with him, slept with him; to meet him again does not frighten me—death is as necessary as birth, as happy in its own way.”

“Birth was the death of him.”