The Glory Of The Garden

Good Lord! Who Can Account For The Fathomless Folly Of The Public?

If I Were Dammed Of Body And Soul, I Know Whose Prayers Would Make Me Whole, Mother O' Mine O Mother O' Mine.

War Is An Ill Thing, As I Surely Know. But 'twould Be An Ill World For Weaponless Dreamers If Evil Men Were Not Now And Then Slain.

Let It Be Clearly Understood That The Russian Is A Delightful Person Till He Tucks In His Shirt. As An Oriental He Is Charming. It Is Only When He Insists On Being Treated As The Most Easterly Of Western Peoples Instead Of The Most Westerly Of Easterns That He Becomes A Racial Anomaly Extremely Difficult To Handle.

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.