In The Jungle, Life And Food Depend

They Will Come Back, Come Back Again, As Long As The Red Earth Rolls. He Never Wasted A Leaf Or A Tree. Do You Think He Would Squander Souls?

There Rise Her Timeless Capitals Of Empires Daily Born, Whose Plinths Are Laid At Midnight And Whose Streets Are Packed At Morn; And Here Come Tired Youths And Maids That Feign To Love Or Sin In Tones Like Rusty Razor Blades To Tunes Like Smitten Tin.

Humble Because Of Knowledge; Mighty By Sacrifice.

What Is The Moral? Who Rides May Read.

Take Everything You Like Seriously, Except Yourselves.