I Hope For Nothing. I Fear Nothing.

I Am A Weak, Ephemeral Creature Made Of Mud And Dream. But I Feel All The Powers Of The Universe Whirling Within Me.

I Hope For Nothing. I Fear Nothing. I Am Free.

All Those Who Actually Live The Mysteries Of Life Haven't The Time To Write, And All Those Who Have The Time Don't Live Them! D'you See?

Overdraw Me, Lord, And Who Cares If I Break.

God Sends Rain, But He Also Sends Hoods; And When The Rain Grows Heavier, He Sends A Cave.