Turn Things You've Always Wanted To Do,

O Lord, Deliver Me From The Man Of Excellent Intention And Impure Heart: For The Heart Is Deceitful Above All Things, And Desperately Wicked.

The Last Thing One Discovers In Composing A Work Is What To Put First.

Men Dislike Being Awakened From Their Death In Life.

And Now You Live Dispersed On Ribbon Roads, And No Man Knows Or Cares Who Is His Neighbor Unless His Neighbor Makes Too Much Disturbance, But All Dash To And Fro In Motor Cars, Familiar With The Roads And Settled Nowhere.

The Dream Crossed Twilight Between Birth And Dying.