Never Look Backwards Or You'll Fall Down

Though Our Smoke May Hide The Heavens From Your Eyes, It Will Vanish And The Stars Will Shine Again, Because, For All Our Power And Weight And Size, We Are Nothing More Than Children Of Your Brain!

The 'eathen In 'is Blindness Must End Where 'e Began. But The Backbone Of The Army Is The Non-commissioned Man!

What Is The Moral? Who Rides May Read.

Ah! What Avails The Classic Bent And What The Cultured Word, Against The Undoctored Incident That Actually Occurred? And What Is Art Whereto We Press Through Paint And Prose And Rhyme- When Nature In Her Nakedness Defeats Us Every Time?

We Had A Kettle; We Let It Leak: Our Not Repairing Made It Worse. We Haven't Had Any Tea For A Week... The Bottom Is Out Of The Universe.