All day long and all night through, One thing only must I do: Quench my pride and cool my blood, Lest I perish in the flood.

The loss of love is a terrible thing; They lie who say that death is worse.

There is no secret to success except hard work and getting something indefinable which we call 'the breaks.

Give but a grain of the heart's rich seed, Confine some under cover, And when love goes, bid him God-speed. And find another lover.

All day long and all night through, One thing only must I do: Quench my pride and cool my blood, Lest I perish in the flood.

Whatever lives is granted breath But by the grace and sufferance of Death.

I have a rendezvous with life.