Being Kissed By A Man Who Didn't

There Are Gems Of Wondrous Brightness Ofttimes Lying At Our Feet, And We Pass Them, Walking Thoughtless, Down The Busy, Crowded Street. If We Knew, Our Pace Would Slacken, We Would Step More Oft With Care, Lest Our Careless Feet Be Treading To The Earth Some Jewel Rare.

He Will Kill Mice And He Will Be Kind To Babies...but When The Moon Gets Up And The Night Comes, He Is The Cat That Walks By Himself.

A People Always Ends By Resembling Its Shadow.

If You Can Meet With Triumph And Disaster And Treat Those Two Impostors Just The Same.

Funny How The New Things Are The Old Things.