Man Is Nature's Sole Mistake.

If I Can Wheedle A Knife Or A Needle, Why Not A Silver Churn?

There's Fish In The Sea, No Doubt Of It, As Good As Ever Came Out Of It.

Love, Unrequited, Robs Me Of My Rest: Love, Hopeless Love, My Ardent Soul Encumbers: Love, Nightmare-like, Lies Heavy On My Chest, And Weaves Itself Into My Midnight Slumbers!

I Often Think It's Comical How Nature Always Does Contrive That Every Boy And Every Gal That's Born Into The World Alive Is Either A Little Liberal Or Else A Little Conservative!

I Am, In Point Of Fact, A Particularly Haughty And Exclusive Person, Of Pre-adamite Ancestral Descent. You Will Understand This When I Tell You That I Can Trace My Ancestry Back To A Protoplasmal Primordial Atomic Globule.