Flirting With Madness Was One Thing; When

Black Money Is So Much A Part Of Our White Economy, A Tumour In The Centre Of The Brain - Try To Remove It And You Kill The Patient.

...the Face Has Limited Space. My Mother Used To Say, If You Fill Your Face With Laughing, There Will Be No More Room For Crying.

Walk, First, Through The Fire, Then Philosophize.

If There Was An Abundance Of Misery In The World, There Was Also Sufficient Joy, Yes - As Long As One Knew Where To Look For It.

Hahnji, Mister, You Must Be Patient. Before You Can Name That Corner, Our Future Must Become Past.