He Travels The Fastest Who Travels Alone.

There Rise Her Timeless Capitals Of Empires Daily Born, Whose Plinths Are Laid At Midnight And Whose Streets Are Packed At Morn; And Here Come Tired Youths And Maids That Feign To Love Or Sin In Tones Like Rusty Razor Blades To Tunes Like Smitten Tin.

He Will Kill Mice And He Will Be Kind To Babies...but When The Moon Gets Up And The Night Comes, He Is The Cat That Walks By Himself.

For The Sin They Do By Two And Two They Must Pay For One By One.

When The Man Waked Up He Said, 'what Is Wild Dog Doing Here?' And The Woman Said, 'his Name Is Not Wild Dog Any More, But The First Friend, Because He Will Be Our Friend For Always And Always And Always.'

This Is A Brief Life, But In Its Brevity It Offers Us Some Splendid Moments, Some Meaningful Adventures.