A People Always Ends By Resembling Its

It Was The Forty-fathom Slumber That Clears The Soul And Eye And Heart, And Sends You To Breakfast Ravening.

Words Are, Of Course, The Most Powerful Drug Used By Mankind.

There Are Nine-and-sixty Ways Of Constructing Tribal Lays, And Every Single One Of Them Is Right.

But Till We Are Built Like Angels, With Hammer And Chisel And Pen, We Will Work For Ourself And A Woman, Forever And Ever, Amen.

I Have My Own Matches And Sulphur, And I'll Make My Own Hell.