In Like A Dimwit, Out Like A

A Lump In The Throat Is Worth Two On The Head.

In Like A Dimwit, Out Like A Light.

Women Aren't As Mere As They Used To Be.

Too Soon We Breast The Tape And Too Late We Realize The Fun Lay In The Running. We Deny That The End Justifies The Means Without Ever Stopping To Consider That For Practical Purposes The End And The Means Are One And The Same Thing. If There Is To Be Any Satisfaction In Life It Must Come In Transit, For Who Can Tell When He Will Be Struck Down In Mid-method?

Eventually Every Man Gotta Face The Problem Of Tryin' To Figger If It's Worthwhile To Prove That He Is Himself.