There could be no honor in a sure success, but much might be wrested from a sure defeat.
I rang them up whilst touring Timbuctoo, Those bosom chums to whom you're known as "Who?"
And as he, too, seemed disinclined for chit-chat, we stood for some moments like a couple of Trappist monks who…
In the midst of a world of light and love, of song and feast and dance, [Lucifer] could find nothing…