Art Is Not A Mirror Held Up

Oh! Moon Of Alabama We Now Must Say Good-bye We've Lost Our Good Old Mama And Must Have Whiskey Oh, You Know Why!

Right Is Its Own Defense.

One Cannot Be Arraigned For Declaring A War, Which Every Ruler Has To Do Once In A While, But Only For Running A War Badly.

Unhappy The Land That Is In Need Of Heroes.

What Rapture, Oh, It Is To Know A Good Thing When You See It And Having Seen A Good Thing, Oh, What Rapture 'tis To Flee It.