Everyone Is More Or Less Mad On

There's No Jealousy In The Grave.

There Are Nine-and-sixty Ways Of Constructing Tribal Lays, And Every Single One Of Them Is Right.

Daughter Am I In My Mother's House, But Mistress In My Own.

One Half Of My Head, From The Top Of My Skull To The Cleft Of My Jaw, Hammers, Bangs, Sizzles While The Other Half, Serene And Content, Looks On At The Agony Next Door.

Many Religious People Are Deeply Suspicious. They Seem, For Purely Religious Purposes, Of Course, To Know More About Iniquity Than The Unregenerate.