Off With Their Heads!

There Comes A Pause, For Human Strength Will Not Endure To Dance Without Cessation; And Everyone Must Reach The Point At Length Of Absolute Prostration.

I'm Doubtful About The Temper Of Your Flamingo. Shall I Try The Experiment?

Who Sail On Stormy Seas; And That's The Way I Get My Bread -- A Trifle, If You Please.

As Life Draws Nearer To Its End, I Feel More And More Clearly That It Will Not Matter In The Least, At The Last Day, What Form Of Religion A Man Has Professed-nay, That Many Who Have Never Even Heard Of Christ, Will In That Day Find Themselves Saved By His Blood.

Take My Friends And My Home - As An Outcast I'll Roam: Take The Money I Have In The Bank: It Is Just What I Wish, But Deprive Me Of Fish, And My Life Would Indeed Be Blank.