There's A Hell Of A Lot Of

There Are No Ambitions Noble Enough To Justify Breaking Someone's Heart.

When We Press The Thorn To Our Chest We Know, We Understand, And Still We Do It.

We're Working-class People, Which Means We Don't Get Rich Or Have Maids. Be Content With What You Are And What You Have.

What Was Sleep? A Blessing, A Respite From Life, An Echo Of Death, A Demanding Nuisance?

Truly God Was Good, To Make Man So Blind.