Pride Goeth before the fall.

“I ended upwith fortyacres;I ended upwith a broken fiddle--And a brokenlaugh, an…”

“...Blow my love to me.”

“There is something strange about agony; the memory of it can be terribly short-…”

“Hanna started to laugh uncontrollably. "Now," Bobby told her, "say, 'I'm a dyin…”