Not Vain The Weakest, If Their Force

Most Grievous Of All Deaths It Is To Die Of Hunger.

I've Always Wondered If There Was A God. And Now I Know There Is -- And It's Me.

I Can't Even Say The Word 'titmouse' Without Giggling Like A Schoolgirl.

Oh, My Tattered Rags Are Caught On Your Coffee Table.

Not Vain The Weakest, If Their Force Unite.