It Is Not A Merit To Tolerate,

Hell Is A City Much Like London A Populous And Smoky City

God Is A Hypothesis, And, As Such, Stands In Need Of Proof; The Onus Probandi Rests On The Theist.

Thou Shoreless Flood, Which In Thy Ebb And Flow Claspest The Limits Of Mortality.

Chameleons Feed On Light And Air: Poets Food Is Love And Fame.

Honour Sits Smiling At The Sale Of Truth.