Taste Is The Next Gift To Genius.

In The Ocean Of Baseness, The Deeper We Get, The Easier The Sinking.

For There's Nothing We Read Of In Torture's Inventions, Like A Well-meaning Dunce, With The Best Of Intentions.

And What They Dare To Dream Of, Date To Do.

Folks Never Understand The Folks They Hate.

The Fireflies O'er The Meadow In Pulses Come And Go.