This Could But Have Happened Once,- And

The Heavens And Earth Stay As They Were; My Heart Beats As It Beat: The Truth Remains The Truth.

Over My Head His Arm He Flung, Against The World.

The Best Way To Excape His Ire Is, Not To Seem Too Happy.

Grow Old With Me. The Best Is Yet To Be. The Last Of Life For Which The First Was Made.

One May Do Whatever One Likes. In Art, The Only Thing Is, To Make Sure That One Does Like It.