Puns Are The Droppings Of Soaring Wits.

A Tempest Ceases, A Cyclone Passes Over, A Wind Dies Down, A Broken Mast Can Be Replaced, A Leak Can Be Stopped, A Fire Extinguished, But What Will Become Of This Enormous Brute Of Bronze?

Puns Are The Droppings Of Soaring Wits.

I Had A Dream My Life Would Be Different From This Hell I Am Living, So Different From What It Seemed. Now Life Has Killed The Dream I Dreamed.

Hypocrisy Is Nothing, In Fact, But A Horrible Hopefulness.

Freedom Begins Where It Ends Ignorance.