The Human Voice Is The Organ Of

The Young May Die, But The Old Must!

For Hate Is Strong, And Mocks The Song Of Peace On Earth, Good-will To Men!

Something The Heart Must Have To Cherish, Must Love And Joy And Sorrow Learn; Something With Passion Clasp, Or Perish And In Itself To Ashes Burn.

Therefore Trust To Thy Heart, And To What The World Calls Illusions.

The Devil Hinders Me. You Know I Say Just What I Think, And Nothing More Nor Less, And, When I Pray, My Heart Is In My Prayer. I Cannot Say One Thing And Mean Another. If I Can't Pray, I Will Not Make Believe!