Happy Are Men Who Yet

Be Bullied, Be Outraged, By Killed, But Do Not Kill.

All The Poet Can Do Today Is Warn. That Is Why True Poets Must Be Truthful.

All Theological Lore Is Becoming Distasteful To Me.

I Thought Of All That Worked Dark Pits Of War, And Died Digging The Rock Where Death Reputes Peace Lies Indeed.

Numbers Of The Old People Cannot Read. Those Who Can Seldom Do