Boredom Makes Me Sleepy Or

If You Do Not Throw In A Few Promises Of Better Things To Come, Gloomy One, I Am Going To Take You Back To The Library.

In New Situations, I Look Carefully At Appearances. In Familiar Ones, I Glance.

Astrology: Do We Make A Hullabaloo Among The Stars, Or Do They Make A Hullabaloo Down Here?

Narcissus Weeps To Find That His Image Does Not Return His Love.

Faith No Doubt Moves Mountains, But Not Necessarily To Where We Want Them.