Sinks My Sad Soul With Sorrow To

Few Sons Are Equal To Their Fathers; Most Fall Short, All Too Few Surpass Them.

To Heal Divisions, To Relieve The Oppress'd, In Virtue Rich; In Blessing Others, Bless'd.

The Journey Is The Thing.

Hunger Is Insolent, And Will Be Fed.

If It Doesn't Have Siamese Twins In A Jar, It Is Not A Fair.