We Do Not Go To The Theatre

Time Partially Reconciles Us To Anything. I Gradually Became Content--doggedly Contented, As Wild Animals In Cages.

This World Is All A Fleeting Show, For Man's Illusion Given The Smiles Of Joy, The Tears Of Woe, Deceitful Shine, Deceitful Flow, Theres Nothing True But Heaven.

For Thy Sake, Tobacco, I Would Do Anything But Die.

A Laugh Is Worth A Hundred Groans In Any Market.

A Laxity Pervades The Popular Use Of Words.