The Friends Who Met Here

God May Reduce You On Judgment Day To Tears Of Shame, Reciting By Heart The Poems You Would Have Written, Had Your Life Been Good.

The Child Unlucky In His Little State, Some Hearth Where Freedom Is Excluded, A Hive Whose Honey Is Fear And Worry, Feels Calmer Now And Somehow Assured Of Escape

The Way To Read A Fairy Tale Is To Throw Yourself In.

Nobody Is Ever Sent To Hell: He Or She Insists On Going There.

Harrow The House Of The Dead; Look Shining At New Styles Of Architecture, A Change Of Heart.