A Happy Ending Cannot Come In The

I Think The Devil Will Not Have Me Damned, Lest The Oil That's In Me Should Set Hell On Fire.

Rich Gifts Wax Poor When Givers Prove Unkind.

This Is The Short And The Long Of It.

When He Shall Die, Take Him And Cut Him Out In Little Stars, And He Will Make The Face Of Heaven So Fine That All The World Will Be In Love With Night And Pay No Worship To The Garish Sun.

Beauty Is Bought By Judgement Of The Eye.