The Experience Of This Sweet Life.

Three Things Remain With Us From Paradise: Stars, Flowers And Children.

We Have No Hope And Yet We Live In Longing.

I Made My Own House Be My Gallows.

The Loser, When A Game Of Dice Is Done, Remains Behind Reviewing Every Roll Sadly, And Sadly Wiser, And Alone.

To Course Across More Kindly Waters Now My Talent's Little Vessel Lifts Her Sails, Leaving Behind Herself A Sea So Cruel; And What I Sing Will Be That Second Kingdom, In Which The Human Soul Is Cleansed Of Sin, Becoming Worthy Of Ascent To Heaven.