There Is Satiety In All Things, In

We Cannot All Hope To Combine The Pleasing Qualities Of Good Looks, Brains, And Eloquence.

And Here I Am Using My Own Lungs Like A Sucker.

To Be Loved, You Have To Be Nice To People, Everyday. But To Be Hated, You Don't Have To Do Squat!

Goddess Of Song, Teach Me The Story Of A Hero.

Friend, Many And Many A Dream Is Mere Confusion A Cobweb Of No Consequence At All. Two Gates For Ghostly Dreams There Are: One Gateway Of Honest Horn, And One Of Ivory. Issuing By The Ivory Gate Are Dreams Of Glimmering Illusion, Fantasies, But Those That Come Through Solid Polished Horn May Be Borne Out, If Mortals Only Know Them.