The Tongue Of Man Is A Twisty

Friend, Many And Many A Dream Is Mere Confusion A Cobweb Of No Consequence At All. Two Gates For Ghostly Dreams There Are: One Gateway Of Honest Horn, And One Of Ivory. Issuing By The Ivory Gate Are Dreams Of Glimmering Illusion, Fantasies, But Those That Come Through Solid Polished Horn May Be Borne Out, If Mortals Only Know Them.

Why Have You Come To Me Here, Dear Heart, With All These Instructions? I Promise You I Will Do Everything Just As You Ask. But Come Closer. Let Us Give In To Grief, However Briefly, In Each Other's Arms.

There Is Nothing Alive More Agonized Than Man / Of All That Breathe And Crawl Across The Earth.

I'll Get Out Of This City Alive, Even If It Kills Me!

Better To Flee From Death Than Feel Its Grip.