And What About The Cash, My Existence's

I Only Know That It Was, And Ceased To Be; And That I Have Written, And There I Leave It.

Vengeance And Retribution Require A Long Time; It Is The Rule.

Gold, For The Instant, Lost Its Luster In His Eyes, For There Were Countless Treasures Of The Heart Which It Could Never Purchase

Nothing Ever Happened On This Globe, For Good, At Which Some People Did Not Have Their Fill Of Laughter In The Onset; And Knowing That Such As These Would Be Blind Anyway, He Thought It Quite As Well That They Should Wrinkle Up Their Eyes In Grins, As Have A Malady In The Less Attractive Forms.

Poetry Makes Life What Lights And Music Do The Stage.