One would be in less danger From the wiles of the stranger If one's own kin and kith Were more fun to be with.

And one of his partners asked Has he vertigo? and the other glanced out and down and said Oh no, only about ten feet more.

This is my dream, It is my own dream, I dreamt it. I dreamt that my hair was kempt. Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it.

I would live all my life in nonchalance and insouciance, were it not for making living, which is rather a nouciance.

Time is like the ocean, always there, always different.

Some hate broccoli, some hate bacon I hate having my picture taken. How can your family claim to love you And then demand a picture of you?

If you are really Master of your Fate, it shouldn't make any difference to you whether Cleopatra or the Bearded Lady is your mate.