God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right to be wrong.
The sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction, the moral melee.
She's a nice girl, but her bad girl's better.
How can you laugh when your mother's hungry? How can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong?
We'll have Superman for President, let Robin save the day.
Be sure to leave your underpants with someone you can trust.