Everybody dies. Some just need a little help.

The lips are closed, for the dancer has plenty of other voices at his service.

The subject matter is autobiographical, it's all to do with hope and memory and sensuality and involvement, really.

I'll be reading books until the next challenger arrives. That will calm my nerves, so that I may deal with all situations without panicking.

The world is fleeting; all things pass away; Or is it we that pass and they that stay?

How gracious are the gods in bestowing high positions; and how reluctant are they to insure them when given.

Now that I know what I want, I don't have to hold on to it quite so much.