When Pain Ends, Gain Ends Too.

Take Away Love And Our Earth Is A Tomb.

For Sudden The Worst Turns The Best To The Brave, The Black Minute's At End, And The Elements' Rage, The Fiend Voices That Rave, Shall Dwindle, Shall Blend, Shall Change, Shall Become First A Peace Out Of Pain, Then A Light, Then Thy Breast, O Thou Soul Of My Soul! I Shall Clasp Thee Again, And With God Be The Rest!

But There Are Times When Patience Proves At Fault.

What Of Soul Was Left, I Wonder, When The Kissing Had To Stop?

I, Painting From Myself And To Myself, Know What I Do, Am Unmoved By Men's Blame Or Their Praise Either.