I shall create! If not a note, a hole./If not an overture, a desecration.

I think there are things for all of us to do as long as we're here and we're healthy.

beware the easy griefs / that fool and fuel nothing.

No man can give me any word but Wait.

Goodness begins simply with the fact of life itself.

The music is in minors.

There are no magics or elves / Or timely godmothers to guide us. We are lost, must / Wizard a track through our own screaming weed.