Hindsight Is A Wonderful Thing

General Good Is The Plea Of The Scoundrel, Hypocite, Flatterer.

We Are Here To Learn To Endure The Beams Of Love

Hold Infinity In The Palm Of Your Hand.

When My Mother Died I Was Very Young, And My Father Sold Me While Yet My Tongue Could Scarcely Cry Weep Weep Weep Weep. So Your Chimneys I Sweep, And In Soot I Sleep.

Prepare Your Hearts For Death's Cold Hand! Prepare Your Souls For Flight, Your Bodies For The Earth; Prepare Your Arms For Glorious Victory; Prepare Your Eyes To Meet A Holy God! Prepare, Prepare!