His Face Was Filled With Broken Commandments.

It Ought To Have Gangsters, And Aeroplanes And A Lot Of Automatic Pistols.

People Who Leave Their Own Time Out Of Their Work Cannot Be Surprised If Their Time Fails To Find Them Interesting.

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's A Warm Wind, The West Wind, Full Of Birds' Cries; I Never Hear The West Wind But Tears Are In My Eyes. For It Comes From The West Lands, The Old Brown Hills, And April's In The West Wind, And Daffodils.

Only The Road And The Dawn, The Sun, The Wind, And The Rain, And The Watch Fire Under Stars, And Sleep, And The Road Again.