And Anything Worth Dying For

The Night Was Full Of Horrors, And He Thought He Knew How Christ Must Have Felt As He Walked Through The World, Like A Psychiatrist Through A Ward Full Of Nuts.

Now You've Given Them Hope, And They're Unhappy. So The Blame Is All Yours.

If Character Is Destiny, The Good Are Damned.

Prostitution Gives Her An Opportunity To Meet People. It Provides Fresh Air And Wholesome Exercise, And It Keeps Her Out Of Trouble.

Death To All Modifiers, He Declared One Day, And Out Of Every Letter That Passed Through His Hands Went Every Adverb And Every Adjective.