We Of The Craft Are All Crazy.

Have Not All Past Human Beings Parted, And Must Not All The Present, One Day Part?

Let Joy Be Unconfined.

Keep Thy Smooth Words And Juggling Homilies For Those Who Know Thee Not.

...and These Vicissitudes Come Best In Youth; For When They Happen At A Riper Age, People Are Apt To Blame The Fates, Forsooth, And Wonder Providence Is Not More Sage. Adversity Is The First Path To Truth: He Who Hath Proved War, Storm, Or Woman's Rage, Whether His Winters Be Eighteen Or Eighty, Has Won Experience Which Is Deem'd So Weighty.

One Hates An Author That's All Author.