The White Moth To The Closing Vine,

Words Are, Of Course, The Most Powerful Drug Used By Mankind.

A Thin Grey Fog Hung Over The City, And The Streets Were Very Cold; For Summer Was In England.

One Learns More From A Good Scholar In A Rage Than From A Score Of Lucid And Laborious Drudges.

Gardens Are Not Made By Singing 'oh, How Beautiful,' And Sitting In The Shade.

Also, We Will Make Promise. So Long As The Blood Endures, I Shall Know That Your Good Is Mine: Ye Shall Feel That My Strength Is Yours: In The Day Of Armageddon, At The Last Great Fight Of All, That Our House Stand Together And The Pillars Do Not Fall.