Old Men Ought To Be Explorers.

We Ask Only To Be Reassured About The Noises In The Cellar And The Window That Should Not Have Been Open

There Is One Who Remembers The Way To Your Door: Life You May Evade, But Death You Shall Not.

In Life There Is Not Time To Grieve Long.

Let Us Go Then, You And I, When The Evening Is Spread Out Against The Sky

Who Is The Third Who Walks Always Beside You? When I Count, There Are Only You And I Together But When I Look Ahead Up The White Road There Is Always Another One Walking Beside You Gliding Wrapt In A Brown Mantle, Hooded I Do Not Know Whether A Man Or A Woman -but Who Is That On The Other Side Of You?