For Your Ignorance Is The Mother Of

He Trudged Along Unknowing What He Sought, And Whistled As He Went, For Want Of Thought.

Having Mourned Your Sin, For Outward Eden Lost, Find Paradise Within.

I Never Saw Any Good That Came Of Telling Truth.

Interest Makes All Seem Reason That Leads To It.

For They Can Conquer Who Believe They Can.