He Who Faces No Calamity Gains No

At Two O'clock In The Morning, If You Open Your Window And Listen, You Will Hear The Feet Of The Wind That Is Going To Call The Sun. And The Trees In The Shadow Rustle And The Trees In The Moonlight Glisten, And Though It Is Deep, Dark Night, You Feel That The Night Is Done.

But Till We Are Built Like Angels, With Hammer And Chisel And Pen, We Will Work For Ourself And A Woman, Forever And Ever, Amen.

For All We Take We Must Pay, But The Price Is Cruel High.

A People Always Ends By Resembling Its Shadow.

It'is Like A Book, I Think, This Bloomin' World.