I Carry Your Heart With Me(i Carry

And The Coolness Of Your Smile Is Stirringofbirds Between My Arms

Yours Is The Light By Which My Spirit's Born: - You Are My Sun, My Moon, And All My Stars.

Take The So-called Standard Of Living. What Do Most People Mean By "living"? They Don’t Mean Living. They Mean The Latest And Closest Plural Approximation To Singular Prenatal Passivity Which Science, In Its Finite But Unbounded Wisdom, Has Succeeded In Selling Their Wives.

A Politician Is An Arse Upon Which Everyone Has Sat Except A Man.

Worms Are The Words But Joy's The Voice