Thiar Ain't No Sense In Gittin' Riled!

If, Of All Words Of Tongue And Pen, The Saddest Are, It Might Have Been,' More Sad Are These We Daily See: 'it Is, But Hadn't Ought To Be!'

The Only Sure Thing About Luck Is That It Will Change.

Howbeit, Though No Scholar, I Am Not One Of Those Who Misuse The English Speech, And, Being Foolishly Led By The Hasty Custom Of Scriveners And Printers To Write The Letters "t" And "h" Joined Together, Which Resembleth A "y," Do Incontinently Jump To The Conclusion The The Is Pronounced "ye,"--the Like Of Which I Never Heard In All England.

Never A Tear Bedims The Eye That Time And Patience Will Not Dry.

Your Voices Break And Falter In The Darkness, Break, Falter, And Are Still.