Nature's Never Quite Sure She Hasn't Erred

Come Grow Old With Me, For The Best Is Yet To Come!

The Only Way Out Is To Go Through

God Made A Beauteous Garden With Lovely Flowers Strown, But One Straight, Narrow Pathway That Was Not Overgrown. And To This Beauteous Garden He Brought Mankind To Live, And Said "to You, My Children, These Lovely Flowers I Give. Prune Ye My Vines And Fig Trees, With Care My Flowers Tend, But Keep The Pathway Open Your Home Is At The End." God's Garden

Than Smoke And Mist Who Better Could Appraise The Kindred Spirit Of An Inner Haze?

Of All Crimes The Worst Is To Steal The Glory From The Great And Brave, Even More Accursed Than To Rob The Grave.