Who Can Control His Fate?

And Worse I May Be Yet: The Worst Is Not So Long As We Can Say 'this Is The Worst.

I Am Indeed, Sir, A Surgeon To Old Shoes; When They Are In Great Danger I Recover Them.

I Am That Merry Wanderer Of The Night.

Why, I Can Smile And Murder Whiles I Smile, And Cry 'content' To That Which Grieves My Heart, And Wet My Cheeks With Artificial Tears, And Frame My Face For All Occasions

Hardness Ever Of Hardness Is Mother.