Every Hour Of Lost Time Is A

We Walk Faster When We Walk Alone.

I Hope Before Long To Press You In My Arms And Shall Shower On You A Million Burning Kisses As Under The Equator.

Six Hours' Sleep For A Man, Seven For A Woman, And Eight For A Fool.

Even When I Am Gone, I Shall Remain In People's Minds The Star Of Their Rights, My Name Will Be The War Cry Of Their Efforts, The Motto Of Their Hopes.

The Best Medicine Against The Grapes Of Wrath Is A Whiff Of Grapeshot