And Here I Am Using My Own

Being Eaten By A Crocodile Is Just Like Going To Sleep...in A Giant Blender.

And Heaven, That Every Virtue Bears In Mind, E'en To The Ashes Of The Just Is Kind.

How Vain, Without The Merit, Is The Name.

To-morrow We Embark Upon The Boundless Sea.

I Detest The Man Who Hides On Thing In The Depths Of His Heart And Speaks Forth Another.