Such Heaps Of Broken Glass

Men Work Together, Whether They Work Together Or Apart.

God Turned To Speak To Me (don't Anybody Laugh); God Found I Wasn't There At Least Not Over Half.

You Know How Cunningly Mankind Is Planned: We Have One Loving And One Hating Hand. The Loving's Made To Hold Each Other Like, While With The Hating Other Hand We Strike.

Ants Are A Curious Race

The Old Dog Barks Backward Without Getting Up I Can Remember When He Was A Pup.