I Have Other Fish To Fry.

By The Streets Of 'by And By,' One Arrives At The House Of 'never'.

There Is No Love Lost Between Us.

Sorrow Was Made For Man, Not For Beasts; Yet If Men Encourage Melancholy Too Much, They Become No Better Than Beasts.

When Life Itself Seems Lunatic, Who Knows Where Madness Lies? Perhaps To Be Too Practical May Be Madness. To Surrender Dreams, This May Be Madness ...maddest Of All Is To See Life As It Is And Not As It Should Be.

Let Us Not Throw The Rope After The Bucket.