I don't know how much longer I can complain.
Blame the guy who doesn't speak Engish.
I've finally tapped into that spirit of self-destruction that makes rock-n-roll the king of music!
It behooves a father to be blameless if he expects his child to be.
Nay if even in the house of Hades the dead forget their dead, yet will I even there be mindful of my dear comrade.
The melancholy joys of evils pass'd, For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.