God Help Us For We Knew The

We're All Islands Shouting Lies To Each Other Across Seas Of Misunderstanding.

If You Can Wait And Not Be Tired Of Waiting, Or Being Lied About, Don't Deal In Lies. Or Being Hated, Don't Give Way To Hating, And Yet Don't Look Too Good, Nor Talk Too Wise.

Smells Are Surer Than Sounds Or Sights To Make Your Heartstrings Crack.

And The End Of The Fight Is Tombstone White With The Name Of The Late Deceased, And The Epitaph Drear, "a Fool Lies Here Who Tried To Hustle The East."

There Aren't Twelve-hundred People In The World Who Understand Pictures. The Others Pretend And Don't Care.