Don't Try To Make Intelligent Decisions When

On Me The Tempest Falls. It Does Not Make Me Tremble. O Holy Mother Earth, O Air And Sun, Behold Me. I Am Wronged.

Old Men Are Children Once Again A Dream That Sways And Wavers Into The Hard Light Of Day.

Words Are Healers Of The Sick Tempered.

Pleasantest Of All Ties Is The Tie Of Host And Guest.

Hungry Wailing Standeth Not Aloof.