Follow The Dream, And Always The Dream,

Brothers And Sisters, I Bid You Beware Of Giving Your Heart To A Dog To Tear.

If I Were Dammed Of Body And Soul, I Know Whose Prayers Would Make Me Whole, Mother O' Mine O Mother O' Mine.

One Can't Prescribe Books, Even The Best Books, To People Unless One Knows A Good Deal About Each Individual Person.

We're Poor Little Lambs Who've Lost Our Way, Baa! Baa! Baa! We're Little Black Sheep Who've Gone Astray, Baa-aa-aa! Gentlemen-rankers Out On The Spree, Damned From Here To Eternity, God Ha' Mercy On Such As We, Baa! Yah! Bah!

A Thin Grey Fog Hung Over The City, And The Streets Were Very Cold; For Summer Was In England.