Personally I Have No Bone To Pick

There's Man All Over For You, Blaming On His Boots The Fault Of His Feet.

I Did Not Want To Write, But I Had To Resign Myself To It In The End.

The Fact Is, It Seems, That The Most You Can Hope Is To Be A Little Less, In The End, The Creature You Were In The Beginning, And The Middle.

Yesterday Is Not A Milestone That Has Been Passed, But A Daystone On The Beaten Track Of The Years, And Irremediably Part Of Us, Within Us, Heavy And Dangerous. We Are Not Merely More Weary Because Of Yesterday, We Are Other, No Longer What We Were Before The Calamity Of Yesterday.

Unhappy, But Not Unhappy Enough.