It Is No Use To

It Is No Use To Blame The Looking Glass If Your Face Is Awry.

The Lord Grant We May All Be Tillers Of The Soil.

...and Sank Into The Profound Slumber Which Comes Only To Such Fortunate Folk As Are Troubled Neither With Mosquitoes Nor Fleas Nor Excessive Activity Of Brain.

There Are Certain Words Which Are Nearer And Dearer To A Man Than Any Others.

I Am Fated To Journey Hand In Hand With My Strange Heroes And To Survey The Surging Immensity Of Life, To Survey It Through The Laughter That All Can See And Through The Tears Unseen And Unknown By Anyone.