The Guts Carry The Feet, Not The

I Follow A More Easy, And, In My Opinion, A Wiser Course, Namely--to Inveigh Against The Levity Of The Female Sex, Their Fickleness, Their Double-dealing, Their Rotten Promises, Their Broken Faith, And, Finally, Their Want Of Judgment In Bestowing Their Affections.

Alas! All Music Jars When The Soul's Out Of Tune.

Too Much Sanity May Be Madness!

A Father May Have A Child Who Is Ugly And Lacking In All The Graces, And The Love He Feels For Him Puts A Blindfold Over His Eyes So That He Does Not See His Defects But Considers Them Signs Of Charm And Intelligence And Recounts Them To His Friends As If They Were Clever And Witty.

All I Know Is That So Long I Am Asleep I Am Rid Of All Fears And Hopes And Toils And Glory, And Long Live The Man Who Invented Sleep, The Cloak That Covers All Human Thirst.