Fantastic truths perish slower... Sappho's moon will survive the moon of Armstrong.  Different computations are necessary.

We need a legal code that develops like our skin during our growing years.  Something both youthful and strong... So what we humans birth might surpass without oppressing us.

If you deconstruct Greece, you will in the end see an olive tree, a grapevine, and a boat remain.  That is, with as much, you reconstruct her.

Bliss is not subtractbale.

If a seperate personal Paradise exists for each of us mine must irreparably be planted with trees of words which the wind silvers like poplars, by people who see their confiscated justice given back, and by birds that even in the midst of the truth of death insist on singing in Greek and saying, eros, eros, eros.