Everybody Likes A Kidder, But Nobody Lends

Never Fight Fair With A Stranger, Boy. You'll Never Get Out Of The Jungle That Way.

Proctor, His Mind Wild, Breathless: I Say--i Say--god Is Dead!

But We Are Mostly What We Are, And The Turtle Stretching Toward Delicious Buds On High Does Not Lighten His Carapace By His Resolve.

Everybody Likes A Kidder, But Nobody Lends Him Money.

Jerusalem Is ... The Fabled City Which For The Western Mind Is As Much Dream As Stone ... A Compressed Symbol Of Our Most Sublime Aspirations Along With Our Most Disgusting, Hatefully Brainless Excursions Into Religious Bigotry And Fratricide.