For Nothing Burns With Such Amazing Speed,

For Nothing Burns With Such Amazing Speed, As The Dry Sticks Of A Religious Creed.

Seventeen Hundred And Fifty-five. Georgius Secundus Was Then Alive,-- Snuffy Old Drone From The German Hive.

What A Blessed Thing It Is, That Nature, When She Invented, Manufactured, And Patented Her Authors, Contrived To Make Critics Out Of The Chips That Were Left!

I Hate Paying Taxes. But I Love The Civilization They Give Me

A Man May Fulfill The Object Of His Existence By Asking A Question He Cannot Answer, And Attempting A Task He Cannot Achieve.