Love Is Not All; It Is Not

Pity Me That The Heart Is Slow To Learn What The Swift Mind Beholds At Every Turn.

My Candle Burns At Both Ends; It Will Not Last The Night; But Ah, My Foes, And Oh, My Friends - It Gives A Lovely Light!

Although We Sometimes Did Without A Few Of Life's Necessities, We Rarely Lacked For Its Luxuries.

But If I Can't Be Sorry, Why, I Might As Well Be Glad!

... But The Rain Is Full Of Ghosts Tonight