Music My Rampart, And My Only One.

Evil Alone Has Oil For Every Wheel.

On And On Eternally Shall Your Altered Fluid Run, Bud And Bloom And Go To Seed; But Your Singing Days Are Done

The Only People I Really Hate Are Servants. They're Not Really Human Beings At All.

Please Don't Think Me Negligent Or Rude. I Am Both, In Effect, Of Course, But Please Don't Think Me Either.

And He Whose Soul Is Flat -- The Sky Will Cave In On Him By And By.