Every Cloud Has Its Silver Lining But

I Have Had My Ups And Downs But Wotthehell Wotthehell Yesterday Sceptres And Crowns Fried Oysters And Velvet Gowns And Today I Herd With Bums But Wotthehell Wotthehell I Wake The World From Sleep As I Caper And Sing And Leap When I Sing My Wild Free Tune Wotthehell Wotthehell Under The Blear Eyed Moon I Am Pelted With Cast Off Shoon But Wotthehell Wotthehell

This Is Another Day! Are Its Eyes Blurred With Maudlin Grief For Any Wasted Past? A Thousand Thousand Failures Shall Not Daunt! Let Dust Clasp Dust, Death, Death; I Am Alive!

In All Systems Of Theology The Devil Figures As A Male Person. Yes, It Is Women Who Keep The Church Going.

When You Can't Have Anything Else, You Can Have Virtue.

The Art Of Newspaper Paragraphing Is To Stroke A Platitude Until It Purrs Like An Epigram.