And what should they know of England who only England know?

One half of my head, from the top of my skull to the cleft of my jaw, hammers, bangs, sizzles while the other half, serene and content, looks on at the agony next door.

Single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints.

There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and woman to fill our day; But when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers & Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Oh East is East and West is West and never the twain shall meet.

And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins, when all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins.

Still stands thine ancient sacrifice - An humble and a contrite heart.