I Did Not Enter Into Silence. Silence

Our Own Consciousness Is Incapable Of Having Produce The Universe. God, Therefore, Exists. That Is To Say, There Is No Reason For Not Applying The Term God, Theos, To The Intimate Essence

Usura Slayeth The Child In The Womb It Stayeth The Young Man's Courting It Hath Brought Palsey To Bed, Lyeth Between The Young Bride And Her Bridegroom

Small Talk Comes From Small Bones

A General Loathing Of A Gang Or Sect Usually Has Some Sound Basis In Instinct.

Song In The Manner Of Housman" O Woe, Woe, People Are Born And Die, We Also Shall Be Dead Pretty Soon Therefore Let Us Act As If We Were Dead Already. The Bird Sits On The Hawthorn Tree But He Dies Also, Presently. Some Lads Get Hung, And Some Get Shot. Woeful Is This Human Lot. Woe! Woe, Etcetera.... London Is A Woeful Place, Shropshire Is Much Pleasanter. Then Let Us Smile A Little Space Upon Fond Nature's Morbid Grace. Oh, Woe, Woe, Woe, Etcetera.