Ever Tried. Ever Failed. No Matter. Try

Hold The Old Holding Hand. Hold And Be Held. Plod On And Never Recede. Slowly With Never A Pause Plod On And Never Recede.

What Do We Do Now, Now That We Are Happy?

It Sometimes Happens And Will Sometimes Happen Again That I Forget Who I Am And Strut Before My Eyes, Like A Stranger.

Dance First. Think Later. It's The Natural Order.

Imagination At Wit's End Spreads Its Sad Wings.