But There Are Times When Patience Proves

Such Ever Was Love's Way: To Rise, It Stoops.

So Munch On, Crunch On, Take Your Nuncheon, Breakfast, Supper, Dinner, Luncheon!

The Devil, That Old Stager, Who Leads Downward, Perhaps, But Fiddles All The Way!

I Do What Many Dream Of, All Their Lives

What A Name! Was It Love Or Praise? Speech Half-asleep Or Song Half-awake? I Must Learn Spanish, One Of These Days, Only For That Slow Sweet Name's Sake.