Pregnant women and Vietnam vets, beggin on the freeway, bout as hard as it gets.

Some men are searching for the Holy Grail, but there ain't nothing sweeter than riding the rail.

'I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.'

The large print giveth and the small print taketh away.

Before comfort had been squeezed out of the hard land, like blood out of stone.

'I die, I die!' the Mother said, 'My children die for lack of Bread.'

You would not easily guess All the modes of distress Which torture the tenants of earth; And the various evils, Which like so many devils, Attend the poor soul…