Where Words Leave Off, Music

Out Of My Own Great Woe I Make My Little Songs.

In The Marvelous Month Of May When All The Buds Were Bursting, Then In My Heart Did Love Arise. In The Marvelous Month Of May When All The Birds Were Singing, Then Did I Reveal To Her My Yearning And Longing.

Christ Rode On An Ass, But Now Asses Ride On Christ.

No Compass Has Ever Been Invented For The High Seas Of Matrimony.

We Know Only That Our Entire Existence Is Forced Into New Paths And Disrupted, That New Circumstances, New Joys And New Sorrows Await Us, And That The Unknown Has Its Uncanny Attractions, Alluring And At The Same Time Anguishing.