Memory, The Warder Of The Brain.

Barnes Are Blessings.

Like A Red Morn That Ever Yet Betokened, Wreck To The Seaman, Tempest To The Field, Sorrow To The Shepherds, Woe Unto The Birds, Gusts And Foul Flaws To Herdmen And To Herds.

Every Man Has His Fault, And Honesty Is His.

Appetite, A Universal Wolf.

My Soul Is In The Sky.