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The Glory Of The Garden Lies In More Than Meets The Eye.

A Thin Grey Fog Hung Over The City, And The Streets Were Very Cold; For Summer Was In England.

Beware Of Overconcern For Money, Or Position, Or Glory. Someday You Will Meet A Man Who Cares For None Of These Things. Then You Will Know How Poor You Are.

Lord God Of Hosts, Be With Us Yet, Lest We Forget--lest We Forget!

Single Men In Barricks Don't Grow Into Plaster Saints.