What is man's life but love, love of self; Man is dust, dust as his passion, dust as the beloved. Death, it is your great act of piety for man - You take him to your house or he'd be left to himself. Death is a covenant between the lover and the beloved; Death is a secret wedlock between being and non-being. Death harbors the hidden port of life's ocean; Death is helpless and a vision of beauty to itself. Death is the only witness of my life and your grace, And O strange lord, of night and the crescent.

But death blinds you, unaware of man's fall - An autumn that steals the flower from the flower peddler. Death is testimony of god's love and mercy for man - A …

I want to see my people educated and enlightened. A people with a vision and a strong sense of justice who can carve out a future for themselves, in harmony wi…

Death, go somewhere, get lost! I'm not done as yet - Joy still flows from the amphora of colors into my cupped hands.

'I want to break out - to leave this cycle of infection and death. I want to be taken in love: so taken that you and I, and death, and life, will be gathered i…

The hour of departure has arrived, and we go our ways - I to die and you to live. Which is the better, only God knows.

le mystere de l'amour est plus grand que le mystere de la mort.