Truth Never Hurts The Teller.

Earth Being So Good, Would Heaven Seem Best?

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

Thou Art My Single Day, God Lends To Leaven What Were All Earth Else, With A Feel Of Heaven.

Fail I Alone, In Words And Deeds? Why, All Men Strive And Who Succeeds?

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