Death Devours All Lovely Things.

I Make Bean Stalks, I'm A Builder, Like Yourself.

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

I Am Waylaid By Beauty.

Life Has No Friend.

One Things There's No Getting By, I've Been A Wicked Girl, Says I... But, If I Can't Be Sorry I Might As Well Be Glad !