The Lusts And Greeds Of The Body

Thank Heavens, The Sun Has Gone In And I Don’t Have To Go Out And Enjoy It.

What Humbugs We Are, Who Pretend To Live For Beauty, And Never See The Dawn!

What Joy Can The Years Bring Half So Sweet As The Unhappiness They've Taken Away?

I Am One Of The Unpraised, Unrewarded Millions Without Whom Statistics Would Be A Bankrupt Science. It Is We Who Are Born, Who Marry, Who Die, In Constant Ratios.

The World Is Not Unkind, And Reprobates Are Worse Than Their Reputations.