I Spill My Bright Incalculable Soul

The Theory Of The Free Press Is Not That The Truth Will Be Presented Completely Or Perfectly In Any One Instance, But That The Truth Will Emerge From Free Discussion

All In Green Went My Love Riding

Our Can'ts Were Born To Happen Our Mosts Have Died In More

And Still The Mad Magnificent Herald Spring Assembles Beauty From Forgetfulness With The Wild Trump Of April:witchery Of Sound And Odour Drives The Wingless Thing Man Forth In The Bright Air.

If 180 Million People Want To Be Undead, That’s Their Funeral, But I Happen To Like Being Alive.