I Love You As New Englanders Love

We Pay For The Mistakes Of Our Ancestors, And It Seems Only Fair That They Should Leave Us The Money To Pay With.

Vibrations Are The Key To Everything. Atoms Used To Be, But Atoms Have Quite Gone Out.

As The Skull Of The Man Grows Broader, So Do His Creeds. And His Gods They Are Shaped In His Image And Mirror His Needs. And He Clothes Them With Thunders And Beauty, He Clothes Them With Music And Fire, Seeing Not, As He Bows By Their Altars, That He Worships His Own Desire.

I Suppose The Human Race Is Doing The Best It Can But Hells Bells Thats Only An Explanation Its Not An Excuse.

If The World Were Not So Full Of People, And Most Of Them Did Not Have To Work So Hard, There Would Be More Time For Them To Get Out And Lie On The Grass, And There Would Be More Grass For Them To Lie On.