It Is The Nature Of Truth To

The Fool's Crime Is The Crime That Is Found Out And The Wise Man's Crime Is The Crime That Is Not Found Out.

I Never Paid You A Compliment, Rachel, In My Life. Successful Love May Sometimes Use The Language Of Flattery, I Admit. But Hopeless Love, Dearest, Always Speaks The Truth.

The Evening Advanced. The Shadows Lengthened. The Waters Of The Lake Grew Pitchy Black. The Gliding Of The Ghostly Swans Became Rare And More Rare.

Your Tears Come Easy, When You're Young, And Beginning The World. Your Tears Come Easy, When You're Old, And Leaving It. I Burst Out Crying.

The Horrid Mystery Hanging Over Us In This House Gets Into My Head Like Liquor, And Makes Me Wild.