More from For the One Who Would Take Man's Life in His Hands
- I am to my own heart merely a serf And follow humbly as it glides with autos And come attentive when it is too sick, In the bad cold of sorrow much too weak, To drink some coffee, light a cigarette And think of summer beaches, blue and gay.
- Love is the tact of every good, The only warmth, the only peace. For the One Who Would Take Man's Life in His Hands
- Time is the school in which we learn,
- Time is the school in which we learn, That time is the fire in which we burn.
- And in the middle of all this, I started to think about the one thing that makes me feel really good and makes immediate sense...and it's you.
- Absence diminishes commonplace passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and kindles fire.
Last reviewed 2026-07-06