I Have Left My Book, I Have

He Was Unheeded, Happy, And Near To The Wild Heart Of Life

We Are An Unfortunate Priest-ridden Race And Always Were And Always Will Be Tell The End Of The Chapter.... A Priest-ridden Godforsaken Race.

He Thought That He Was Sick In His Heart If You Could Be Sick In That Place.

Whatever Else Is Unsure In This Stinking Dunghill Of A World A Mother's Love Is Not.

O, Dread And Dire Word. Eternity! What Mind Of Man Can Understand It?