Politicians. Little Tin Gods On Wheels.

However The World Pretends To Divide Itself, There Are Only Two Divisions In The World Today - Human Beings And Germans.

Youth Had Been A Habit Of Hers For So Long That She Could Not Part With It.

The Beasts Are Very Wise, Their Mouths Are Clean Of Lies, They Talk One To The Other, Bullock To Bullock Brothers Resting After Their Labors, Each In Stall With His Neighbors, But Man With Goad And Whip, Breaks Up Their Fellowship, Shouts In Their Silky Ears Filling Their Soul With Fears. When He Has Plowed The Land, He Says: "they Understand." But The Beasts In Stall Together, Freed From The Yoke And Tether, Say As The Torn Flank Smoke: "nay, 'twas The Whip That Spoke."

I've Taken My Fun Where I've Found It, An' Now I Must Pay For My Fun, For The More You 'ave Known O' The Others The Less Will You Settle To One.

When Man Has Come To The Turnstiles Of Night, All The Creeds In The World Seem To Him Wonderfully Alike And Colorless.