The Jungle Speaks To Me Because I

Oh, Adam Was A Gardener, And God Who Made Him Sees That Half A Proper Gardener's Work Is Done Upon His Knees, So When Your Work Is Finished, You Can Wash Your Hands And Pray For The Glory Of The Garden, That It May Not Pass Away!

When Man Has Come To The Turnstiles Of Night, All The Creeds In The World Seem To Him Wonderfully Alike And Colorless.

We Have Done With Hope And Honour. We Are Lost To Love And Truth, We Are Dropping Down The Ladder Rung By Rung; And The Measure Of Our Torment Is The Measure Of Our Youth. God Help Us, For We Knew The Worst Too Young!

Lord God Of Hosts, Be With Us Yet, Lest We Forget--lest We Forget!

Not Getting What You Want Either Means You Don't Want It Enough, Or You Have Been Dealing Too Long With The Price You Have To Pay.