His Face Was Filled With Broken Commandments.

Life's Battle Is A Conquest For The Strong; The Meaning Shows In The Defeated Thing.

All The Great Things Of Life Are Swiftly Done, Creation, Death, And Love The Double Gate. However Much We Dawdle In The Sun We Have To Hurry At The Touch Of Fate.

It May Be That We Cease; We Cannot Tell. Even If We Cease, Life Is A Miracle.

Oh Some Are Fond Of Spanish Wine, And Some Are Fond Of French.

The Days That Make Us Happy Make Us Wise