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These Nights Are Endless, And A Man Can Sleep Through Them, Or He Can Enjoy Listening To Stories, And You Have No Need To Go To Bed Before It Is Time. Too Much Sleep Is Only A Bore. And Of The Others, Any One Whose Heart And Spirit Urge Him Can Go Outside And Sleep, And Then, When The Dawn Shows, Breakfast First, Then Go Out To Tend The Swine Of Our Master. But We Two, Sitting Here In The Shelter, Eating And Drinking, Shall Entertain Each Other Remembering And Retelling Our Sad Sorrows. For Afterwards A Man Who Has Suffered Much And Wandered Much Has Pleasure Out Of His Sorrows.

I Want To Be Alone With My Thought.

I Would Rather Be Tied To The Soil As A Serf... Than Be King Of All These Dead And Destroyed.

We Got A Little Rule Back Home: If It's Brown, Drink It Down. If It's Black, Send It Back.

We Are Quick To Flare Up, We Races Of Men On The Earth.