Everything Which Is Good In Me Should

It Is Quiet Here And Restful And The Air Is Delicious. There Are Gardens Everywhere And Police Spies Lie In The Bushes. There Are Nightingales In Every Garden, But Police Spies Only In Mine, I Think. They Sit Under My Windows In The Darkness Of The Night And Try To Get A Glimpse Of How I Spread Sedition In Russia.

Silence Is Terrible And Painful Only To Those Who Have Said All And Have Nothing More To Speak Of; But To Those Who Never Had Anything To Say— To Them Silence Is Simple And Easy.

Everywhere, Within Man And Without, There Is Devastation, Instability, Chaos, And Evidence Of Some Prolonged Rout.

All Of Us Are Pilgrims On This Earth. I've Even Heard People Say That The Earth Itself Is A Pilgrim In The Heavens.

But I'm Not To Be Caught With Such Poor Bait! I'm A Big Fish, I Am.