We're Either Nothing Or A God's Regret.

Take Care To Sell Your Horse Before He Dies. The Art Of Life Is Passing Losses On.

I'm Not A Teacher, But An Awakener.

Oh, Give Us Pleasure In The Orch-ard White, Like Nothing Else By Day, Like Ghosts By Night.

It Comes Down To A Doubt About The Wisdom Of Having Children After Having Had Them, So There Is Nothing We Can Do About It But Warn The Children They Perhaps Should Have None.

The Hurt Is Not Enough: I Long For Weight And Strength. To Feel The Earth As Rough To All My Length