The Man Does Better Who Runs From

A Generous Friendship No Cold Medium Knows, Burns With One Love, With One Resentment Glows; One Should Our Interests And Our Passions Be, My Friend Must Hate The Man That Injures Me.

Oh, Look At Me! I'm Making People Happy! I'm The Magical Man From Happy-land, In A Gumdrop House On Lollipop Lane! Oh, By The Way, I Was Being Sarcastic.

I Would Rather Be Tied To The Soil As A Serf... Than Be King Of All These Dead And Destroyed.

I Detest The Man Who Hides On Thing In The Depths Of His Heart And Speaks Forth Another.

That Is The Gods' Work, Spinning Threads Of Death Through The Lives Of Mortal Men, An All To Make A Song For Those To Come.