Follow The Dream, And Always The Dream,

For It's "guns This" And "guns That," And "chuck 'em Out, The Brutes," But They're The "savior Of Our Loved Ones" When The Thugs Begin To Loot.

We Have Done With Hope And Honour. We Are Lost To Love And Truth, We Are Dropping Down The Ladder Rung By Rung; And The Measure Of Our Torment Is The Measure Of Our Youth. God Help Us, For We Knew The Worst Too Young!

The First Condition Of Understanding A Foreign Country Is To Smell It.

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

Payday Came And With It Beer