It's Clever, But Is It Art?

All The People Like Us Are We, And Everyone Else Is They.

At Two O'clock In The Morning, If You Open Your Window And Listen, You Will Hear The Feet Of The Wind That Is Going To Call The Sun. And The Trees In The Shadow Rustle And The Trees In The Moonlight Glisten, And Though It Is Deep, Dark Night, You Feel That The Night Is Done.

Gentleman-rankers Out On The Spree, Damned From Here To Eternity.

I've Taken My Fun Where I've Found It.

We Have Forty Million Reasons For Failure, But Not A Single Excuse.