Asleep To Rummage In Their Minds

I Do Believe In Fairies, I Do, I Do.

Strength Instead Of Being The Lusty Child Of Passion, Grows By Grappling With And Subduing Them.

Fame Is Rot; Daughters Are The Thing.

God Gave Us Memory So That We Might Have Roses In December.

I Suppose It's Like The Ticking Crocodile, Isn't It? Time Is Chasing After All Of Us.