It Behooves A Father To Be Blameless

I Long For Home, Long For The Sight Of Home.

Once You Go Vatican, You Never Go Back Again.

Which Would You Rather Be, A Conqueror In The Olympic Games, Or The Crier That Proclaims Who Are Conquerors?

If Not Yet Lost To All The Sense Of Shame.

Why Have You Come To Me Here, Dear Heart, With All These Instructions? I Promise You I Will Do Everything Just As You Ask. But Come Closer. Let Us Give In To Grief, However Briefly, In Each Other's Arms.