The Guns, Thank God, The Guns.

When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted And The Tubes Are Twisted And Dried, When The Oldest Colours Have Faded, And The Youngest Critic Has Died, We Shall Rest, And, Faith, We Shall Need It Lie Down For An Aeon Or Two, Till The Master Of All Good Workmen Shall Put Us To Work Anew!

I Worked Like A Horse And I Ate Like A Hog And I Slept Like A Dead Man.

(an Unhappy Childhood Was Not) An Unsuitable Preparation For My Future, In That It Demanded A Constant Wariness, The Habit Of Observation, And The Attendance On Moods And Tempers; The Noting Of Discrepancies Between Speech And Action; A Certain Reserve Of Demeanour; And Automatic Suspicion Of Sudden Favours.

Follow The Dream, And Always The Dream, And Only The Dream.

Buy A Pup And Your Money Will Buy Love Unflinching That Cannot Lie.