Here's A Song Was Never Sung: Growing

Into The Darkness They Go, The Wise And The Lovely.

And Her Voice Is A String Of Colored Beads, Or Steps Leading Into The Sea.

But If I Can't Be Sorry, Why, I Might As Well Be Glad!

We Are All Ruled In What We Do By Impulses; And These Impulses Are So Organized That Our Actions In General Serve For Our Self Preservation And That Of The Race.

I Hate People But I Love Gatherings.