Everything Resembles The Truth, Everything Can Happen

It Is No Use To Blame The Looking Glass If Your Face Is Awry.

Gambling Is The Great Leveller. All Men Are Equal- At Cards.

Don't Blame The Mirror If Your Face Is Faulty.

Ah, Steeds, Steeds, What Steeds! Has The Whirlwind A Home In Your Manes? Is There A Sensitive Ear, Alert As A Flame, In Your Every Fiber? Hearing The Familiar Song From Above, All In One Accord You Strain Your Bronze Chests And, Hooves Barely Touching The Ground, Turn Into Straight Lines Cleaving The Air, And All Inspired By God It Rushes On!

I Saw That I'd Get Nowhere On The Straight Path, And That To Go Crookedly Was Straighter.