Oh, To Know God's Private Address.

Here Lies William Trollope, Who Made These Stones Roll Up; When Death Took His Soul Up, His Body Filled This Hole Up

Do I Believe? God Only Knows.

When Reasons Are Weak, Attitudes Stiffen.

When No Wind Blows, Even The Weathervane Has Character.

Artistic Honesty Sometimes Prevents An Artist From Being Born.