Poverty, For Me, Is Synonymous With Degradation.

I Can But Die... And I Believe In God. Let Me Try And Wait His Will In Silence.

Die Without Me If You Will. Live For Me If You Dare.

Enjoy The Blessings Heaven Bestows, Assist His Friends, Forgive His Foes; Trust God, And Keep His Statutes Still, Upright And Firm, Through Good And Ill; Thankful For All That God Has Given, Fixing His Firmest Hopes On Heaven; Knowing That Earthly Joys Decay, But Hoping Through The Darkest Day.

I Believe She Thought I Had Forgotten My Station; And Yours, Sir.' 'station! Station!-- Your Station Is In My Heart, And On The Necks Of Those Who Would Insult You, Now Or Hereafter.

What The Deuce Is To Do Now?