And the wind shall say: 'Here were decent godless people: Their only monument the asphalt road And a thousand lost golf balls.'

I have given you the power of choice, and you only alternate Between futile speculation and unconsidered action.

When the Stranger says: 'What is the meaning of this city ? Do you huddle close together because you love each other?' What will you answer? 'We all dwell toge…

Oh my soul, be prepared for the coming of the Stranger. Be prepared for him who knows how to ask questions.