Once there was The People - Terror gave it birth.

It was the forty-fathom slumber that clears the soul and eye and heart, and sends you to breakfast ravening.

He travels the fastest who travels alone.

They copied all they could copy, But they couldn't copy my mind; And I left them sweatin' and stealin', A year and a half behind.

When young lips have drunk deep of the bitter waters of hate, suspicion and despair, all the love in the world will not wholly take away that knowledge. Though it may turn darkened eyes for a while to the light, and teach faith where no faith was.

One man in a thousand, Solomon says. Will stick more close than a brother. And it's worth while seeking him half your days If you find him before the other. ---The Thousandth Man

Once there was The People - Terror gave it birth.