...most Of The Time We Were Alone

And The Stars Were Icicles Of Mockery

What Difference Does It Make After All?--anonymity In The World Of Men Is Better Than Fame In Heaven, For What’s Heaven? What’s Earth? All In The Mind.

We Were All Delighted, We All Realized We Were Leaving Confusion And Nonsense Behind And Performing Our One And Noble Function Of The Time, Move.

The Beauty Of Things Must Be That They End.

I'd Sleep And Forget It; I Had My Own Life, My Own Sad And Ragged Life Forever.