I Am Part Of The Part That

Destiny Grants Us Our Wishes, But In Its Own Way, In Order To Give Us Something Beyond Our Wishes.

A Vi'let On The Meadow Grew, That No One Saw, That No One Knew, It Was A Modest Flower. A Shepherdess Pass'd By That Way-- Light Footed, Pretty And So Gay; That Way She Came, Softly Warbling Forth Her Lay.

He Who Is Plenteously Provided For From Within Needs But Little From Without.

Names Are But Noise And Smoke, Obscuring Heavenly Light.

We're Really Up Against It, We Poor Women: A Bachelor's A Hard Thing To Convert