Blessed Are The Peacemakers On Earth.

Hardness Ever Of Hardness Is Mother.

Their Lips Were Four Red Roses On A Stalk.

Good Hamlet, Cast Thy Nighted Colour Off ... Do Not For Ever With Thy Vailed Lids Seek For Thy Noble Father In The Dust.

If By Chance I Talk A Little Wild, Forgive Me; I Had It From My Father.

Piece Out Our Imperfections With Your Thoughts.