Without Music I Should Wish To Die.

Beauty Never Slumbers; All Is In Her Name; But The Rose Remembers The Dust From Which It Came.

I Am Not Afraid Of Lawyers As I Used To Be. They Are Lambs In Wolves' Clothing.

Parrots, Tortoises And Redwoods Live A Longer Life Than Men Do; Men A Longer Life Than Dogs Do; Dogs A Longer Life Than Love Does.

I Had A Little Sorrow, Born Of A Little Sin.

For My Omniscience Paid I Toll In Infinite Remorse Of Soul. All Sin Was Of My Sinning, All Atoning Mine, And Mine The Gall Of All Regret. Mine Was The Weight Of Every Brooded Wrong, The Hate That Stood Behind Each Envious Thrust, Mine Every Greed, Mine Every Lust. And All The While For Every Grief, Each Suffering, I Craved Relief With Individual Desire, – Craved All In Vain! And Felt Fierce Fire About A Thousand People Crawl; Perished With Each, — Then Mourned For All!