For 'tis The Sport To

Truly Thou Art Damned, Like An Ill-roasted Egg, All On One Side.

O Me, You Juggler, You Canker-blossom, You Thief Of Love!

Sometimes When We Are Labeled, When We Are Branded Our Brand Becomes Our Calling.

These Flowers Are Like The Pleasures Of The World.

I'll Be Supposed Upon A Book, His Face Is The Worst Thing About Him.