Without wisdom, she will fall

“I'd gladly trade the worldAnd all of its gold, To see you safe in this fragile …”

“Why I love these wordsThey are mineYou cannot change that You cannot rearrange …”

“I guess I have no choice But to toss all novels under the rugNothing can compet…”

“And in uttering thatExcellently executed truthYou become an artist too”