If You Knew The Secret Of Life,

I Am A Drunkard From Another Kind Of Tavern. I Dance To A Silent Tune. I Am The Symphony Of Stars.

Lo, For I To Myself Am Unknown, Now In God's Name What Must I Do?

As For Us, He Has Appointed The Job Of Permanent Unemployment. If He Wanted Us To Work, After All, He Would Not Have Created This Wine. With A Skinfull Of This, Sir, Would You Rush Out To Commit Economics?

There Are Many Ways To The Divine. I Have Chosen The Ways Of Song, Dance, And Laughter.

The Gifts Of Lovers To One Another Are, In Respect To Love, Nothing But Forms; Yet, They Testify To Invisible Love.