Why, You Could Wake Up Dead Tomorrow

I'm In A Place Where I Don't Know Where I Am!

God Help Me, I'm Just Not That Bright.

Men In Their Generations Are Like The Leaves Of The Trees. The Wind Blows And One Year's Leaves Are Scattered On The Ground; But The Trees Burst Into Bud And Put On Fresh Ones When The Spring Comes Round.

It Behooves A Father To Be Blameless If He Expects His Child To Be.

Down From His Brow She Ran His Curls Like Thick Hyacinth Clusters Full Of Blooms