If We Want Things To

Love. Of Course, Love. Flames For A Year, Ashes For Thirty.

If We Want Everything To Remain As It Is, It Will Be Necessary For Everything To Change.

As Always The Thought Of His Own Death Calmed Him As Much As That Of Others Disturbed Him: Was It Perhaps Because, When All Was Said And Done, His Own Death Would In The First Place Mean That Of The Whole World?

All This Shouldn't Last; But It Will, Always; The Human 'always' Of Course, A Century, Two Centuries... And After That It Will Be Different, But Worse. We Were The Leopards, The Lions; Those Who'll Take Our Place Will Be Little Jackals, Hyenas; And The Whole Lot Of Us, Leopards, Jackals, And Sheep, We'll All Go On Thinking Ourselves The Salt Of The Earth.

A House Of Which One Knew Every Room Wasn't Worth Living In.