All I Really Want Is Enough To

Each Violet Peeps From Its Dwelling To Gaze At The Bright Stars Above.

So We Keep Asking, Over And Over,until A Handful Of Earthstops Our Mouths -but Is That An Answer?

The Butterfly Long Loved The Beautiful Rose, And Flirted Around All Day; While Round Him In Turn With Her Golden Caress, Soft Fluttered The Sun's Warm Ray.... I Know Not With Whom The Rose Was In Love, But I Know That I Loved Them All. The Butterfly, Rose, And The Sun's Bright Ray, The Star And The Bird's Sweet Call.

Human Misery Is Too Great For Men To Die Without Faith.

Silence Can Be Defined As Conversation With An Englishman