Don't Run Away From Grief, O’ Soul/

The Past, The Future, O Dear, Is From You; You Should Regard Both These As One.

This Is The Essence Of All Sciences - That You Should Know Who You Will Be When The Day Of Reckoning Arrives.

There Is A Basket Of Fresh Bread On Your Head, Yet You Go Door To Door Asking For Crusts.

You Don't See Your Own Face, Your Own Beauty Yet, No Face Is More Beautiful Than Yours.......... .

Sadness To Me Is The Happiest Time, When A Shining City Rises From The Ruins Of My Drunken Mind. Those Times When I'm Silent And Still As The Earth, The Thunder Of My Roar Is Heard Across The Universe.