Literature Is A Splendid Mistress, But A

We're All Islands Shouting Lies To Each Other Across Seas Of Misunderstanding.

No One Thinks Of Winter When The Grass Is Green.

Well, If I Am A Man, A Man I Must Become.

Ship Me Somewhere East Of Suez, Where The Best Is Like The Worst, Where There Aren't No Ten Commandments An' A Man Can Raisea Thirst.

Our Hearts Where They Rocked Our Cradle, Our Love Where We Spent Our Toil, And Our Faith, And Our Hope, And Our Honor, We Pledge To Our Native Soil. God Gave All Men All Earth To Love, But Since Our Hearts Are Small, Ordained For Each One Spot Should Prove Beloved Over All.