I, Painting From Myself And To Myself,

At Last Awake From Life, That Insane Dream We Take For Waking Now.

Escape Me? Never, Beloved! While I Am I, And You Are You.

A Minute's Success Pays The Failure Of Years.

Grow Old With Me. The Best Is Yet To Be. The Last Of Life For Which The First Was Made.

For I Say This Is Death And The Sole Death,- When A Man's Loss Comes To Him From His Gain, Darkness From Light, From Knowledge Ignorance, And Lack Of Love From Love Made Manifest.