The Secret Of Secrets Is Inside Me

I Know Beginnings, I Know Endings Too, And Life-in-death, And Something Else I'd Rather Not Recall Just Now.

As The Future Ripens In The Past, So The Past Rots In The Future -- A Terrible Festival Of Dead Leaves.

Your Voice Is Wild And Simple. You Are Untranslatable Into Any One Tongue.

If I Can't Have Love, If I Can't Find Peace, / Give Me A Bitter Glory.

It Is Unbearably Painful For The Soul To Love Silently.