Without Artists, The Sublime Idea Men Have

One Day/ One Day I Waited For Myself/ I Said To Myself Guillaume It's Time You Came/ So I Could Know Just Who I Am/ I Who Know Others.

My, How Beautiful Is War! Its Songs, Its Leisure!

I Sing The Joy Of Wandering And The Pleasure Of The Wanderer's Death

Now And Then It's Good To Pause In Our Pursuit Of Happiness And Just Be Happy.

I Hate Artists Who Are Not Of Their Time.