“This poem is endless, the odds against us are endless,our chances of being alive togetherstatistically nonexistent;”
“Life... It's a great and terrible and short and endless thing. None of us come out of it alive.”
“This is my one and only life, and it is a great and terrible and short and endless thing, and none of us come out of it alive”
“Our quarrel with the world is an echo of the endless quarrel proceeding within us.”
“And these thingsthat keep alive on departure know that you praise them; transient,they look to us, the most transient, to be their rescue.They want us to change them completely, in our invisible hearts,into -- O endlessly -- us! Whoever, finally, we may be.”
“The soul mate is what we aspire to and like to understand about us, is what we deem to be perfection, purity and endless regarding our own being.”