Nobody was ever meant, To remember or invent, What he did with every cent.
Hell is a half-filled auditorium.
Come grow old with me, for the best is yet to come!
If one by one we counted people out For the least sin, it wouldn't take us long To get so we had no one left to live with. For to be social is to be forgiving.
A turning point in modern history.
Love has earth to which she clings.