We are the opening verse of the opening page of the chapter of endless possibilities.

Let each man be judged by his deeds, I have paid my price to live with myself on the terms that I willed.

What is the moral? Who rides may read.

Not only do words infect, egotize, narcotize, and paralyze, but they enter into and colour the minutest cells of the brain. . . .

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.

For it's "guns this" and "guns that," and "chuck 'em out, the brutes," But they're the "Savior of our loved ones" when the thugs begin to loot.

I keep six honest serving men (they taught me all i knew); Theirs names are What and Why and When And How And Where and Who.