Of What I Call God, And Fools

Youth Means Love, Vows Can't Change Nature, Priests Are Only Men.

But Little Do Or Can The Best Of Us: That Little Is Achieved Through Liberty.

Smiling The Boy Fell Dead.

In Heaven I Yearn For Knowledge, Account All Else Inanity; On Earth I Confess An Itch For The Praise Of Fools - That's Vanity

'tis Well Averred, A Scientific Faith's Absurd.