And There I Sat, Long Long Ago,

Death Possesses A Good Deal, Of Real Estate, Namely, The Graveyard In Every Town.

Not Yet Hardened, Many Young Die Good.

There Can Be...no Power...to Disclose...the Secrets That May Be Buried With A Human Heart. The Heart, Making Itself Guilty Of Such Secrets, Must Perforce Hold Them Until The Day When All Hidden Things Be Revealed.

When An Uninstructed Multitude Attempts To See With Its Eyes, It Is Exceedingly Apt To Be Deceived.

Easy Reading Is Damn Hard Writing.