Color Is The Fruit Of Life.

My, How Beautiful Is War! Its Songs, Its Leisure!

Joy Came Always After Pain.

Come To The Edge.' 'we Can't. We're Afraid.' 'come To The Edge.' 'we Can't. We Will Fall!' 'come To The Edge.' And They Came. And He Pushed Them. And They Flew.

I Love Men, Not For What Unites Them, But For What Divides Them, And I Want To Know Most Of All What Gnaws At Their Hearts.

The Plastic Virtues: Purity, Unity, And Truth, Keep Nature In Subjection.