How are things in Glocca Mora this fine day?
It's a Barnum and Bailey world, Just as phony as it can be...
Lives of great men all remind us greatness takes no easy way.
Virtue is its own revenge.
No matter how much I prove and prod, I cannot quite believe in God; But oh, I hope to God that He, Unswervingly believes in me.
Say, it's only a paper moon, / Sailing over a cardboard sea.