“The world crucifies them every day,
But only in little ways.
The sky is not shaken,
And the earth travails not with her dead.”

“If tomorrow never comes,
Will she know how much I loved her?
Did I try in every way to show her every day
That she's my only one?
And if my time on earth were through,
And she must face the world without me,
Is the love I gave her in the past
Gonna be enough to last?
If tomorrow never comes.”

“In every premenstrual woman struggling to govern her temper, sky-cult wars again with earth-cult.”

“Some days are like this. And the only way to get through them is to remember that they are only one day, and that every day ends.”

“The dead are free from Fortune; Mother Earth has room for all her children, and he who lacks an urn has the sky to cover him.”
Libera fortunae mors est; capit omnia tellus quae genuit; caelo tegitur qui non habet urnam.

“The stars were only sparks of the fire which devoured us. Should that fire die out one day, there would be nothing left in the sky but dead stars, dead eyes.”

“There is only one door, one bridge, one ladder, between earth and heaven,—the crucified Son of God.”

“These, in the day when heaven was falling,
The hour when earth’s foundations fled,
Followed their mercenary calling
And took their wages and are dead.

Their shoulders held the sky suspended;
They stood, and earth’s foundations stay;
What God abandoned, these defended,
And saved the sum of things for pay.”

“Earth, the mother of all,
Moves on her stedfast way,
Gathering, flinging, sowing.
Mortals, we live in her day,
She in her children is growing.”

“The only way I'm keeping my hands off her is if I'm dead. Find another way to fix us.”