All Bayonets Are Bad.

I'm Really Very Sorry For You All, But It's An Unjust World, And Virtue Is Triumphant Only In Theatrical Performances.

You Must Lie Upon The Daisies And Discourse In Novel Phrases Of Complicated State Of Mind. The Meaning Doesn't Matter If It's Only Idle Chatter Of A Transcendental Kind.

Oh, Don't The Days Seem Lank And Long When All Goes Right And Nothing Goes Wrong, And Isn't Your Life Extremely Flat With Nothing Whatever To Grumble At!

Bless Your Heart, They Don't Mind--they're Exceedingly Kind-- They Don't Blame You--as Long As You're Funny!

Isn't Your Life Extremely Flat,with Nothing To Grumble At?