A Little Candor Never Leaves Me. It

The Real "it Is Well" Is Something I Say From The Ground, Having Fallen.

It's Been A Long Time Since I Asked Anything Of Heaven, And My Arms Still Haven't Come Down.

Injury, When It Is Slight, Upsets Me; When It Is Strong It Calms Me.

No One Understands That You Have Given Everything. You Must Give More.

He Who Has Made A Thousand Things And He Who Has Made None, Both Feel The Same Desire: To Make Something.