My Noisy Denunciation Trails Off In Doubt.

My Neglected Duties Crowd Around Me In My Dreams, Murmuring.

Hatred Of The Mother Is Familiar, But The Mother's Hatred Still Comes As A Surprise.

We Make Some Changes. But Mostly Changes Make Us.

Only The Broken-hearted Know The Truth About Love.

Staid Middle Age Loves The Hurricane Passions Of Opera.