Love Is Not The Dying Moan Of

Love Is Not The Dying Moan Of A Distant Violin - It's The Triumphant Twang Of A Bedspring.

To Err Is Human, To Forgive Supine.

I'm Half Scotch-irish On Both Sides, And When I Lose My Temper-brother, I Go.

The Main Obligation Is To Amuse Yourself.

Freedley: Will I Feel Better After I Take It? Dr. Fitch (coldly): I, Am A Physician, Freedley, Not An Astrologer. If You Want A Horoscope, There's A Gypsy Tearoom Over On Lexington Avenue.