The World Is So Full Of Simpletons

Many Hammer All Over The Wall And Believe That With Each Blow They Hit The Nail On The Head.

If Children Grew Up According To Early Indications, We Should Have Nothing But Geniuses.

On Top Of The World, Or In The Depths Of Despair.

Sowing Is Not As Difficult As Reaping.

Give Me Those Days With Heart In Riot, The Depths Of Bliss That Touched On Pain, The Force Of Hate, And Love's Disquiet- Ah, Give Me Back My Youth Again!