Smells Are Surer Than Sounds

When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted And The Tubes Are Twisted And Dried, When The Oldest Colours Have Faded, And The Youngest Critic Has Died, We Shall Rest, And, Faith, We Shall Need It Lie Down For An Aeon Or Two, Till The Master Of All Good Workmen Shall Put Us To Work Anew!

San Francisco Is A Mad City - Inhabited For The Most Part By Perfectly Insane People Whose Women Are Of A Remarkable Beauty.

Sing, For Faith And Hope Are High- None So True As You And I- Sing The Lovers' Litany: "love Like Ours Can Never Die!"

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.

Lord God Of Hosts, Be With Us Yet, Lest We Forget--lest We Forget!