Cliches Are Truisms And All Truisms Are

Isn't It True That You Start Your Life A Sweet Child Believing In Everything Under Your Father's Roof? Then Comes The Day Of The Laodiceans, When You Know You Are Wretched And Miserable And Poor And Blind And Naked, And With The Visage Of A Gruesome Grieving Ghost You Go Shuddering Through Nightmare Life.

Don't Touch Me, I'm Full Of Snakes.

Ah Japhy You Taught Me The Final Lesson Of Them All, You Can't Fall Off A Mountain.

Somewhere Along The Line, The Pearl Would Be Handed To Me.

The Beauty Of Things Must Be That They End.