A Golf Course Is The Epitome Of

Countries Are Like Fruit-the Worms Are Always Inside.

Their Own Kind Of Logic Which Cries For Miracles And, On Occasion.

In Times Of Death And Famine, Reason Is On The Side Of The Priests-who Have Their Own Kind Of Logic Which Cries For Miracles And, On Occasion, Invents Them.

Everyone, When There's War In The Air, Learns To Live In A New Element: Falsehood.

All The Evil In The World Is The Fault Of The Self-styled Pure In Heart, A Result Of Their Eagerness To Unearth Secrets And Expose Them To The Light Of The Sun.