Cling, Swing, Spring, Sing, Swing Up Into

No Place Of Grace For Those Who Avoid The Face. No Time To Rejoice For Those Who Walk Among Noise And Deny The Voice.

All Cases Are Unique And Very Similar To Others.

There Is No Such Thing As A Lost Cause, Because There Is No Such Thing As A Gained Cause

Birth, And Copulation, And Death; That's All The Facts When You Come To Brass Tacks.

I Must Tell You That I Should Really Like To Think There's Something Wrong With Me- Because, If There Isn't, Then There's Something Wrong With The World Itself-and That's Much More Frightening! That Would Be Terrible. So I'd Rather Believe There Is Something Wrong With Me, That Could Be Put Right.