Humanity Is Less, Far Less Than The

Men Always Do Leave Off Really Thinking, When The Last Bit Of Wild Animal Dies In Them.

God Doesn't Know Things. He Is Things.

You've Got To Know Yourself So You Can At Last Be Yourself.

Whatever Life May Be, And Whatever Horror Men Have Made Of It, The World Is A Lovely Place, A Magic Place, Something To Marvel Over. The World Is An Amazing Place.

Along The Avenue Of Cypresses, All In Their Scarlet Cloaks And Surplices Of Linen, Go The Chanting Choristers, The Priests In Gold And Black, The Villagers. . . .