Marley Was Dead: To Begin With.

The Forces That Affect Our Lives, The Influences That Mold And Shape Us, Are Often Like Whispers In A Different Room, Teasingly Indistinct, Apprehended Only With Difficulty.

He Did Each Single Thing As If He Did Nothing Else.

Fan The Sinking Flame Of Hilarity With The Wing Of Friendship; And Pass The Rosy Wine.

The Broken Heart. You Think You Will Die, But You Just Keep Living, Day After Day After Terrible Day.

Nothing That We Do, Is Done In Vain. I Believe, With All My Soul, That We Shall See Triumph.