If you were to open up a baby's head - and I am not for a moment suggesting that you should - you would find nothing but an enormous drool gland.

Everybody is a book of blood; wherever we're opened$$$ we're red.

Life on earth means: the sprouting of wings.

Language most shews a man: Speak$$$ that I may see thee.

The realities of life do not allow themselves to be forgotten.

This was an environment built$$$ not for man$$$ but for man's absence.

One should never underestimate the power of books.

And now we get to the hard part. The endings$$$ the farewells$$$ and the famous last words. If you don't hear from me often$$$ remember that you're in my thoughts.

Here I am of the air$$$ a beautiful thing for the light to shine on. Perhaps you will remember that. I am...

The best way to know life is to love many things.