I Find My Familiarity With Thee Has

Alas! All Music Jars When The Soul's Out Of Tune.

You Are A Devil At Everything, And There Is No Kind Of Thing In The 'versal World But What You Can Turn Your Hand Into.

When Life Itself Seems Lunatic, Who Knows Where Madness Lies?

I Never Thrust My Nose Into Other Men's Porridge. It Is No Bread And Butter Of Mine; Every Man For Himself, And God For Us All.

Jests That Give Pains Are No Jests.