Assassination's The Fastest Way.

There Is No Protection Against Slander.

Each Day My Reason Tells Me So; But Reason Doesn't Rule In Love, You Know.

And With His Arms Crossed He Looks Pityingly Down From His Spiritual Height On Everything That Anyone Says.

One Cannot But Mistrust A Prospect Of Felicity: One Must Enjoy It Before One Can Believe In It.

It's An Odd Job, Making Decent People Laugh.