May My Last Breath Be Drawn Through

To Be Thankful For What We Grasp Exceeding Our Proportion Is To Add Hypocrisy To Injustice.

Were I Diogenes, I Would Not Move Out Of A Kilderkin Into A Hogshead, Though The First Had Had Nothing But Small Beer In It, And The Second Reeked Claret.

We Are Ashamed At The Sight Of A Monkey--somehow As We Are Shy Of Poor Relations.

An Album Is A Garden, Not For Show Planted, But Use; Where Wholesome Herbs Should Grow.

Your Absence Of Mind We Have Borne, Till Your Presence Of Body Came To Be Called In Question By It.