I Detest The Man Who Hides On

I Was Working On A Flat Tax Proposal And Accidentally Proved There Was No God.

On These Sands And In The Clefts Of The Rocks, In The Depths Of The Sea, In The Creaking Of The Pines, You'll Spy Secret Footprints And Catch Far-off Voices From The Homecoming Celebration. This Land Still Longs For Odysseus.

No Season Now For Calm, Familiar Talk.

Miserable Mortals Who Like Leaves At One Moment Flame With Life Eating The Produce Of The Land And At Another Moment Weakly Perish.

Boy, Those Germans Have A Word For Everything!