Now, If We Only Had As Many

Human Beings, On The Contrary, Have A Soul Which Lives Forever, Lives After The Body Has Been Turned To Dust. It Rises Up Through The Clear, Pure Air Beyond The Glittering Stars.

Eighty Percent Of Our Criminals Come From Unsympathetic Homes.

Every Man's Life Is A Fairy Tale Written By God's Fingers.

I Only Appear To Be Dead.

Death Walks Faster Than The Wind And Never Returns What He Has Taken.