Who Ne'er Knew Salt, Or Heard The

I Detest The Man Who Hides On Thing In The Depths Of His Heart And Speaks Forth Another.

The Leader, Mingling With The Vulgar Host, Is In The Common Mass Of Matter Lost.

I'm A Rageaholic. I Just Can't Live Without Rageahol.

Down From His Brow She Ran His Curls Like Thick Hyacinth Clusters Full Of Blooms

Look At Me! I'm A Puffy Pink Cloud!