I Want To Be Alone With My

Two Diverse Gates There Are Of Bodiless Dreams, These Of Sawn Ivory, And Those Of Horn. Such Dreams As Issue Where The Ivory Gleams Fly Without Fate, And Turn Our Hopes To Scorn. But Dreams Which Issue Through The Burnished Horn, What Man Soe'er Beholds Them On His Bed, These Work With Virtue And Of Truth Are Born.

Old People Don't Need Companionship. They Need To Be Isolated And Studied So It Can Be Determined What Nutrients They Have That Might Be Extracted For Our Personal Use.

And Heaven, That Every Virtue Bears In Mind, E'en To The Ashes Of The Just Is Kind.

The Proof Of Battle Is Action, Proof Of Words, Debate. No Time For Speeches Now, It's Time To Fight.

Hateful To Me As Are The Gates Of Hell, Is He Who, Hiding One Thing In His Heart, Utters Another.