Payday Came And With It Beer

We Have Learned To Whittle The Eden Tree To The Shape Of A Surplice Peg, We Have Learned To Bottle Our Parents Twain In The Yelk Of An Addled Egg. We Know That The Tail Must Wag The Dog, For The Horse Is Drawn By The Cart, But The Devil Whoops, As He Whooped Of Old; It's Clever, But Is It Art?

There Is No Harm In A Man's Cub.

Enough Work To Do, And Strength Enough To Do The Work.

Everyone Is More Or Less Mad On One Point.

And No One Shall Work For Money, And No One Shall Work For Fame, But Each For The Joy Of The Working, And Each, In His Separate Star, Shall Draw The Thing As He Sees It For The God Of Things As They Are!