There's No Jealousy In The

If Any Question Why We Died Tell Them Because Our Father's Lied.

When A Crew And A Captain Understand Each Other To The Core, It Takes A Gale, And More Than A Gale, To Put Their Ship Ashore.

An Ounce Of Mother Is Worth A Pound Of Clergy.

A Tale From Which Pieces Have Been Raked Out Is Like A Fire That Has Been Poked. One Does Not Know The Operation Has Been Performed, But Everyone Feels The Effect.

Ah! What Avails The Classic Bent And What The Cultured Word, Against The Undoctored Incident That Actually Occurred? And What Is Art Whereto We Press Through Paint And Prose And Rhyme- When Nature In Her Nakedness Defeats Us Every Time?