Virtue is its own revenge.
Say, it's only a paper moon, / Sailing over a cardboard sea.
The world would be a safer place, If someone had a plan, Before exploring outer space, To find the inner man.
Leave the atom alone.
It's a Barnum and Bailey world, Just as phony as it can be...
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.