Oh! Moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We've lost our good old mama And must have whiskey Oh, you know why!
Reality changes; in order to represent it, modes of representation must change.
For what's the use of talking with a man who has a disease and thinks about the stars?
It was never decreed that a god mustn't pay hotel bills.
I don't like where I'm going and I don't like where I've been. Why am I in a hurry?
For the villainy of the world is great, and a man has to run his legs off to keep them from being stolen out fom underneath him.