When Sorrows Come, They Come Not Single

Where Shall We Three Meet Again In Thunder, Lightning, Or In Rain? When The Hurlyburly 's Done, When The Battle 's Lost And Won

A Man Can Die But Once.

If People Knew How Much I Hated Them, They'd Love Me For Holding It In.

The People Are The City.

Flout 'em, And Scout 'em; And Scout 'em, And Flout 'em; / Thought Is Free.