I Didn't Lie! I Just Created Fiction

You Ought Not To Practice Childish Ways, Since You Are No Longer That Age.

Just Are The Ways Of Heaven; From Heaven Proceed The Woes Of Man: Heaven Doom'd The Greeks To Bleed.

Oh, My Tattered Rags Are Caught On Your Coffee Table.

Just Once I'd Like Someone To Call Me 'sir' Without Adding 'you're Making A Scene.'

The Blade Itself Incites To Deeds Of Violence.