Now$$$ with God's help$$$ I shall become myself.
Whatever I ended up doing with my life$$$I wanted to people feel the way this music was making me feel.
Every true artist is at war with the world.
An action comitted in anger is an action doomed to failure.
Nothing ever happened — Not even this.
Will you love me in December as you do in May?
And don't you know that God is Pooh Bear?
The world news might not be therapeutic.
Is there any of the usual social occasions which it is not difficult to avoid? But if you decide that you cannot very well ignore your worldly obligations$$$ and that you will therefore carry them out properly$$$ the demands on your time will multiply$$$ bringing physical hardship and mental tension; in the end$$$ you will spend your whole life pointlessly entangled in petty obligations. The day is ending$$$ the way is long; my life already begins to stumble on its journey. The time has come to abandon all ties. I shall not keep promises$$$ nor consider decorum.
To cease upon the midnight with no pain.