My evil genius Procrastination has whispered me to tarry 'til a more convenient season.

The very winds whispered in soothing accents, and maternal Nature bade me weep no more.

The word genius was whispered into my ear, the first thing I ever heard, while I was still mewling in my crib. So it never occurred to me that I wasn't until middle age.

Clouds and darkness surround us, yet Heaven is just, and the day of triumph will surely come, when justice and truth will be vindicated.

My evil genius Procrastination has whispered me to tarry 'til a more convenient season.

If you keep making jokes like that, somebody is going to shoot you, father.