Everything Disturbs An Absent Lover.

My Thoughts Ran A Wool-gathering.

Inasmuch As Ill-deeds Spring Up As A Spontaneous Crop, They Are Easy To Learn.

Whether It's The Pot That Hits The Rock Or The Rock That Hits The Pot , It's The Pot That Will Break Every Time

'tis The Maddest Trick A Man Can Ever Play In His Whole Life, To Let His Breath Sneak Out Of His Body Without Any More Ado, And Without So Much As A Rap O'er The Pate, Or A Kick Of The Guts; To Go Out Like The Snuff Of A Farthing Candle, And Die Merely Of The Mulligrubs, Or The Sullens.

Man Have To Have Friends Even In Hell.