A People Always Ends By Resembling Its

Youth Had Been A Habit Of Hers For So Long That She Could Not Part With It.

No One Thinks Of Winter When The Grass Is Green.

We're Poor Little Lambs Who've Lost Our Way, Baa! Baa! Baa! We're Little Black Sheep Who've Gone Astray, Baa-aa-aa! Gentlemen-rankers Out On The Spree, Damned From Here To Eternity, God Ha' Mercy On Such As We, Baa! Yah! Bah!

You Must Learn To Forgive A Man When He's In Love. He's Always A Nuisance.

Politicians. Little Tin Gods On Wheels.