Waiting for the Barbarians

How can I accept that disaster has overtaken my life when the world continues to move so tranquilly through its cycles?

Truly, man was not made to live alone!

The new men of Empire are the ones who believe in fresh starts, new chapters, clean pages; I struggle on with the old story, hoping that before it is finished it will reveal to me why it was that I thought it worth the trouble.

I wish that these barbarians would rise up and teach us a lesson, so that we would learn to respect them.

Somewhere, always, a child is being beaten.

Where civilization entailed the corruption of barbarian virtues and the creation of a dependent people, I was opposed to civilization...

Truly the world should belong to singers and dancers.