What Does Your Sorrow Do While You

What Can And Doesn't Have To Be Always, At The End, Surrenders To Something That Has To Be.

Forgetfulness Heals Everything And Song Is The Most Beautiful Manner Of Forgetting, For In Song Man Feels Only What He Loves.

They Looked At The Paper And Saw Nothing In Those Curving Lines, But They Knew And Understood Everything, For Their Geography Was In Their Blood And They Felt Biologically Their Picture Of The World.

They Entered There Into The Unconscious Philosophy Of The Town; That Life Was An Incomprehensible Marvel, Since It Was Incessantly Wasted And Spent, Yet None The Less It Lasted And Endured 'like The Bridge On The Drina'.

Of Everything That Man Erects And Builds In His Urge For Living Nothing Is In My Eyes Better And More Valuable Than Bridges. They Are More Important Than Houses, More Sacred Than Shrines. Belonging To Everyone And Being Equal To Everyone, Useful, Always Built With A Sense, On The Spot Where Most Human Needs Are Crossing, They Are More Durable Than Other Buildings And They Do Not Serve For Anything Secret Or Bad.