My Eyes Were Often Full Of Tears

What Kind Of Liberation Would That Be To Forsake An Absurdity Which Is Logical And Coherent And To Embrace One Which Is Illogical And Incoherent?

To Learn One Must Be Humble. But Life Is The Great Teacher.

Gentle Lady, Do Not Sing Sad Songs About The End Of Love; Lay Aside Sadness And Sing How Love That Passes Is Enough. Sing About The Long Deep Sleep Of Lovers That Are Dead, And How In The Grave All Love Shall Sleep: Love Is Aweary Now.

What Did It Avail To Pray When He Knew His Soul Lusted After Its Own Destruction?

As You Are Now So Once Were We.