Every Idiot Who Goes About With A

Rich Folks May Ride On Camels, But It Ain't So Easy For 'em To See Out Of A Needle's Eye.

Ah, If Only I Had Brought A Cigar With Me! This Would Have Established My Identity.

The Pain Of Parting Is Nothing To The Joy Of Meeting Again.

The Water Of The Fountain Ran, The Swift River Ran, The Day Ran Into Evening, So Much Life In The City Ran Into Death According To Rule, Time And Tide Waited For No Man, The Rats Were Sleeping Close Together In Their Dark Holes Again, The Fancy Ball Was Lighted Up At Supper, All Things Ran Their Course.

I Made A Compact With Myself That In My Person Literature Should Stand By Itself, Of Itself, And For Itself.