You Are Killing Me, Fish, The Old

You've Such A Lovely Temperature.

He Had Loved Too Much, Demanded Too Much, And He Wore It All Out.

Now Is No Time To Think Of What You Do Not Have. Think Of What You Can Do With That There Is

I Thought That All Generations Were Lost By Something And Always Had Been And Always Would Be

Madame, It Is An Old Word And Each One Takes It New And Wears It Out Himself. It Is A Word That Fills With Meaning As A Bladder With Air And The Meaning Goes Out Of It As Quickly. It May Be Punctured As A Bladder Is Punctured And Patched And Blown Up Again And If You Have Not Had It Does Not Exist For You. All People Talk Of It, But Those Who Have Had It Are Marked By It, And I Would Not Wish To Speak Of It Further Since Of All Things It Is The Most Ridiculous To Talk Of And Only Fools Go Through It Many Times.