A People Always Ends By Resembling Its

We Have Learned To Whittle The Eden Tree To The Shape Of A Surplice Peg, We Have Learned To Bottle Our Parents Twain In The Yelk Of An Addled Egg. We Know That The Tail Must Wag The Dog, For The Horse Is Drawn By The Cart, But The Devil Whoops, As He Whooped Of Old; It's Clever, But Is It Art?

Being Kissed By A Man Who Didn't Wax His Moustache Was-like Eating An Egg Without Salt.

If You Can Meet Success And Failure And Treat Them Both As Impostors, Then You Are A Balanced Man, My Son.

Take Up The White Man's Burden -- Send Forth The Best Ye Breed -- Go, Bind Your Sons To Exile To Serve Your Captives Need.

He Wrapped Himself In Quotations - As A Beggar Would Enfold Himself In The Purple Of Emperors.