Absence, the highest form of presence.
The incompatibility of aquacity with the erratic originality of genius.
The only decent people I ever saw at the racecourse were horses.
Let us leave theories there and return to here's hear.
O thanks be to the great God I got somebody to give me what I badly wanted to put some heart up into me youve no chances at all inthis place like you used long ago I wish somebody would write me a loveletter.
Always see a fellows weak point in his wife.