Let's Not Borrow Trouble. The Rate Of

Most Things Are Predestined, But Some Are Just Darn Sheer Luck, Said Roaring Abel.

Gossip, As Usual, Was One-third Right And Two-thirds Wrong.

In Daylight I Belong To The World . . . In The Night To Sleep And Eternity. But In The Dusk I'm Free From Both And Belong Only To Myself . . . And You

Wouldn't It Be Nice If Roses Could Talk? I'm Sure They Could Tell Us Such Lovely Things.

It's Not What The World Holds For You. It's What You Bring To It.