I'm In Mourning For My Life.

Great Jove Angry Is No Longer Jove.

That Can Not Possibly Be, Because It Could Never Possibly Be.

It Is Always "youth, Youth," When There Is Nothing Else To Be Said.

I Promise To Be A Splendid Husband, But Give Me A Wife Who, Like The Moon, Won't In My Sky Every Day...

People Are Far More Sincere And Good-humored At Speeding Their Parting Guests Than On Meeting Them.