When Clever People Ask Me Where I

I Turned To Speak To God About The World's Despair But To Make Bad Matters Worse I Found God Wasn't There.

Of All Crimes The Worst Is To Steal The Glory From The Great And Brave, Even More Accursed Than To Rob The Grave.

Whose Woods These Are I Think I Know. His House Is In The Village Though; He Will Not See Me Stopping Here To Watch His Woods Fill Up With Snow.

In Three Words I Can Sum Up Everything I've Learned About Life: It Goes On.

People Are Inexterminable - Like Flies And Bed-bugs. There Will Always Be Some That Survive In Cracks And Crevices - That's Us.