Iteration, Like Friction, Is Likely To Generate

Blows Are Sarcasms Turned Stupid.

It's Well Known There's Always Two Sides, If No More.

Souls Live On In Perpetual Echoes.

Confound You Handsome Young Fellows! You Think Of Having It All Your Own Way In The World. You Don't Understand Women. They Don't Admire You Half So Much As You Admire Yourselves.

There's Times When The Crockery Seems Alive, An' Flies Out O' Your Hand Like A Bird. It's Like The Glass, Sometimes, 'ull Crack As It Stands. What Is To Be Broke Will Be Broke.