Revolt And Terror Pay A Price. Order

Didn't You Tie The Mittens On Her Feet (wednesday Evening's) Extra Special Nice? Yes--she Is An Extra Special Nice Pigeon. She Cries For Pity When She Wants Pity. And She Shuts Her Eyes When She Doesn't Want To Look At You. And If You Look Deep In Her Eyes When Her Eyes Are Open You Will See Lights There Exactly Like The Lights On The Pastures And The Meadows When The Mist Is Drifting On A Wednesday Evening Just Between The Twilight And Gloaming.

I Decided I Would Go To Chicago And Try My Luck As A Writer After Those Eight Months As A Fireman.

I Can Remember Only A Few Of The Strange And Curious Words Now Dead But Living And Spoken By The English People A Thousand Years Ago.

There Are Dreams Stronger Than Death. Men And Women Die Holding These Dreams.

It Is The Business Of Little Minds To Shrink.