Evil Deeds Do Not Prosper; The Slow

You Know, The One With All The Well Meaning Rules That Don't Work Out In Real Life, Uh, Christianity.

I'll Get Out Of This City Alive, Even If It Kills Me!

Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End So Voluble A Weapon Is The Tongue; Wounded, We Wound; And Neither Side Can Fail For Every Man Has Equal Strength To Rail.

I Am A Part Of All That I Have Met. Yet, Experience Is An Arch Wherethro Gleams That Untravl'd World Whose Margin Fades Forever And Forever When I Move.

We All Scribble Poetry.