Oh, this happiness is strong stuff.
It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.
Money always ends up making you blue.
Happiness is a solid and joy is a liquid.
If a body catch a body coming through the rye.
If you do something too good, then, after a while, if you don't watch it, you start showing off. And then you're not as good any more.