Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End.

…but There They Lay, Sprawled Across The Field, Craved Far More By The Vultures Than By Wives.

Anger, Which, Far Sweeter Than Trickling Drops Of Honey, Rises In The Bosom Of A Man Like Smoke.

I've Always Wondered If There Was A God. And Now I Know There Is -- And It's Me.

Shoulder-to-shoulder, Swing To The Work, We Must - Just Two As We Are - If We Hope To Make Some Headway. The Worst Cowards, Banded Together, Have Their Power, But You And I Have Got The Skill To Fight Their Best.

Now What Is A Wedding? Well, Webster's Dictionary Describes A Wedding As The Process Of Removing Weeds From One's Garden.