May Your Heart Always Be Joyful. May

In Ceremonies Of The Horsemen, Even The Pawn Must Hold A Grudge.

I Am Hanging In The Balance Of A Perfect Finished Plan, Like Every Sparrow Falling, Like Every Grain Of Sand.

I'm One Too Many Mornings, And A Thousand Miles Behind.

Proud To Steal Her Anything She Sees, But You Will Wind Up Peeking Through Her Key Hole Down Upon Your Knees.

There Is Nothing So Stable As Change.