Deplorable mania, when something happens, to inquire what.
Abode where lost bodies roam each searching for its lost one.
How do you manage it, she said, at your age? I told her I'd been saving up for her all my life.
All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.
Dear incomprehension, it's thanks to you I'll be myself, in the end.
That penny farthing hell you call your mind