Thou Knowst The Oer-eager Vehemence Of Youth,how

The Sun Rose On The Flawless Brimming Sea Into A Sky All Brazen-all One Brightening For Gods Immortal And For Mortal Men On Plowlands Kind With Grain.

We Men Are Wretched Things.

You Know, The One With All The Well Meaning Rules That Don't Work Out In Real Life, Uh, Christianity.

It Is No Bad Thing To Be A King-to See One's House Enriched And One's Authority Enhanced.

I Was Working On A Flat Tax Proposal And Accidentally Proved There Was No God.