They sicken of the calm who know the storm.
The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back.
Everybody's got their troubles.
Why is it no one sent me yet one perfect limousine, do you suppose? Ah no, it's always just my luck to get one perfect rose.
The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.
[Epitaph:] Involved in a plot.