“My life, it don't count for nothing;
When I look at this world, I feel so small.
My life, it's only a season:
A passing September that no one will recall.”

Requiem; 1935-1940 (1963; 1987)
Context: No use to fall down on my knees
and beg for mercy's sake.
Nothing I counted mine, out of my life,
is mine to take...

[The Tao of Willie: A Guide to the Happiness in Your Heart, XII, Nelson, Willie; Pipkin, Turk, 159240197X, 2006, Gotham]

"A Speech at the Lost-and-Found"
Poems New and Collected (1998), Could Have (1972)

Source: My Heart Laid Bare

Source: Riverside Sermons (1958), p. 22

Source: Sharp Objects

Werefkin to Jawlensky, 1909-1910, fond 19-1458, pp. 35–36 as reprinted in Lauchkaite-Surgailene, Lauchkaite-Surgailene, "Marianna Verevkina. Zhizn' v iskusstve," Vilnius, no. 3, sec. 15, 136
1906 - 1911

Source: The Tunnel (1995), p. 250