By What Men Think, We Create The

A Friend Of Ours Has A Hobby Doing Genealogy, And We Found Out That We Were Cousins In The Ninth Degree, That We Had A Common Ancestor On The Mayflower.

A Babe At The Breast Is As Much Pleasure As The Bearing Is Pain.

Some Knowledge And Some Song And Some Beauty Must Be Kept For Those Days Before The World Again Plunges Into Darkness.

For There Is No Higher Religion Than The Truth.

I Wasn't A Child At 13, Were You?