We're All Islands Shouting Lies To Each

The Jungle Speaks To Me Because I Know How To Listen.

They Will Come Back, Come Back Again, As Long As The Red Earth Rolls. He Never Wasted A Leaf Or A Tree. Do You Think He Would Squander Souls?

And That Is Called Paying The Dane-geld; But We've Proved It Again And Again, That If Once You Have Paid Him The Dane-geld You Never Get Rid Of The Dane.

There Aren't Twelve-hundred People In The World Who Understand Pictures. The Others Pretend And Don't Care.

If You Can Force Your Heart And Nerve And Sinew To Serve Your Turn Long After They Are Gone, And So Hold On When There Is Nothing In You Except The Will Which Says To Them: 'hold On!'