My Life Is Unjust, But I Can

Factory Windows Are Always Brokenother Windows Are Let Alone.no One Throws Through The Chapel-windowthe Bitter, Snarling, Derisive Stone.

Never Be A Cynic, Even A Gentle One. Never Help Out A Sneer, Even At The Devil.

The Crooning Turns To A Sunrise Singing.

Change The Fabric Of Your Own Soul And Your Own Visions, And You Change All.

The Only Thing That A Man May Do That Is New, Is To Write Himself On Human Hearts.