Do Not Fold, Spindle Or Mutilate.

We Were Happier When We Were Poorer, But We Were Also Younger.

Here Cometh April Again, And As Far As I Can See The World Hath More Fools In It Than Ever.

Rags, Which Are The Reproach Of Poverty, Are The Beggar's Robes, And Graceful Insignia Of His Profession, His Tenure, His Full Dress, The Suit In Which He Is Expected To Show Himself In Public.

Let Us Live For The Beauty Of Our Own Reality.

My Theory Is To Enjoy Life, But My Practice Is Against It.