When Something Seems ‘the Most Obvious Thing

Sometimes I Have Visions Of Myself Driving Through Hell, Selling Sulphur And Brimstone, Or Through Heaven Peddling Refreshments To The Roaming Souls. If Me And The Children I've Got Left Could Find A Place Where There's No Shooting, I Wouldn't Mind A Few Years Of Peace And Quiet.

When Crimes Begin To Pile Up They Become Invisible. When Sufferings Become Unendurable The Cries Are No Longer Heard. The Cries, Too, Fall Like Rain In Summer.

A Man Who Strains Himself On The Stage Is Bound, If He Is Any Good, To Strain All The People Sitting In The Stalls.

Come In, Dear Wind, And Be Our Guest You Too Have Neither Home Nor Rest.

He Who Is Still Laughing Is He Who Hasn't Heard The Terrible News.