Death Devours All Lovely Things.

Life Goes On Forever Like The Gnawing Of A Mouse.

The Soul Can Split The Sky In Two And Let The Face Of God Shine Through.

Curse Thee, Life, I Will Live With Thee No More! Thou Hast Mocked Me, Starved Me, Beat My Body Sore! And All For A Pledge That Was Not Pledged By Me, I Have Kissed Thy Crust And Eaten Sparingly That I Might Eat Again, And Met Thy Sneers With Deprecations, And Thy Blows With Tears.

My Candle Burns At Both Ends; It Will Not Last The Night; But Ah, My Foes, And Oh, My Friends - It Gives A Lovely Light!

I Am Waylaid By Beauty.