His Descent Was Like Nightfall.

A Young Man Is Embarrassed To Question An Older One.

We Got A Little Rule Back Home: If It's Brown, Drink It Down. If It's Black, Send It Back.

Sensitive Love Letters Are My Specialty. 'dear Baby, Welcome To Dumpsville. Population: You.'

Two Urns On Jove's High Throne Have Ever Stood, The Source Of Evil One, And One Of Good; From Thence The Cup Of Mortal Man He Fills, Blessings To These, To Those Distributes Ills; To Most He Mingles Both.

Even Were Sleep Is Concerned, Too Much Is A Bad Thing.