Sleep, Delicious And Profound, The Very Counterfeit

Because They're Stupid, That's Why. That's Why Everybody Does Everything.

Words Empty As The Wind Are Best Left Unsaid.

Like Leaves On Trees The Race Of Man Is Found,- Now Green In Youth, Now Withering On The Ground; Another Race The Following Spring Supplies: They Fall Successive, And Successive Rise.

Behold, On Wrong Swift Vengeance Waits; And Art Subdues The Strong.

Let Me Not Then Die Ingloriously And Without A Struggle, But Let Me First Do Some Great Thing That Shall Be Told Among Men Hereafter.