You Live By What You Thrill To,

You've Got To Know Yourself So You Can At Last Be Yourself.

You Don't Learn Algebra With Your Blessed Soul. Can't You Look At It With Your Clear Simple Wits?

You Live By What You Thrill To, And There's The End Of It.

She Is My First, Great Love. She Was A Wonderful, Rare Woman - You Do Not Know; As Strong, And Steadfast, And Generous As The Sun. She Could Be As Swift As A White Whiplash, And As Kind And Gentle As Warm Rain, And As Steadfast As The Irreducible Earth Beneath Us.

The Only Reality Was Nothingness, And Over It A Hypocrisy Of Words.