We Are The Star And

Well, It Was Most Likely Too Late; There Would Not Be Time For Me To Flagellate Myself For Every Dishonorable Deed In That List, Nor Any Chance To Make Good The Harms I’d Done. Minor Harms, To Be Sure, In The Scheme Of Things; But Large Enough To Regret.

Maybe The Man Had Taken The Wrong Turning, But At Least He'd Travelled Some Extraordinary Roads.

Let The Mad Find Wisdom In Their Madness For The Sane, And Let The Sane Be Grateful.

Those Old Hypocrites. They Talk About Killing Witches But The Good Book’s Full Of Magic. Turning The Nile To Blood And Parting The Red Sea. What’s That If It’s Not Good Old-fashioned Magic? Want A Little Water Into Wine? No Trouble! How About Raising The Dead Man Lazarus? Just Say The Word!

Sooner Or Later Even The Most Ambitious Glutton Must Crawl Away And Seek The Solace Of The Vomitorium.