I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does.

And yet, and yet : Negar la sucesion temporal, negar el yo, negar el universo astronomico, son desesperaciones aparentes y consuelos secretos. Nuestro destino …

Music, states of happiness, mythology, faces belabored by time, certain twilights and certain places try to tell us something, or have said something we should…

If Dahlmann was without hope, he was also without fear. As he crossed the threshold, he felt that to die in a knife fight, under the open sky, and going forwar…

And so, by night, while we were all at rest, I think the coming sped the parting guest.

Oh, the moon is fair tonight along the Wabash, From the fields there comes the breath of new-mown hay; Through the sycamores the candle lights are gleaming On …

Goodnight Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are. I hope so