Life Goes On Forever Like The Gnawing

Guess I'll Weep Awhile. Guess I Won't, I Mean.

... But The Rain Is Full Of Ghosts Tonight

I Shall Forget You Presently, My Dear, So Make The Most Of This, Your Little Day, Your Little Month, Your Little Half A Year, Ere I Forget, Or Die, Or Move Away, And We Are Done Forever; By And By I Shall Forget You, As I Said, But Now, If You Entreat Me With Your Loveliest Lie I Will Protest You With My Favorite Vow. I Would Indeed That Love Were Longer-lived, And Vows Were Not So Brittle As They Are, But So It Is, And Nature Has Contrived To Struggle On Without A Break Thus Far,-- Whether Or Not We Find What We Are Seeking Is Idle, Biologically Speaking.

Life Goes On Forever Like The Gnawing Of A Mouse.

Evil Alone Has Oil For Every Wheel.