One's Life Is Peculiar To One's Own

I Couldn't Ever Boil Potatoes Over The Heat Of Your Affection. Your Love Would Never Bridge A Gap; It Wouldn't Even Fill Up The Hole That The Mice Came Through.

What Is A Ruin But Time Easing Itself Of Endurance?

Youth Is Cause, Effect Is Age; So With The Thickening Of The Neck We Get Data.

One's Life Is Peculiar To One's Own When One Has Invented It.

Our Bones Ache Only While The Flesh Is On Them.