I Am Fierce For Work. Without Work

All Adventuring Is Rash, And All Innovations Dangerous. But Not Nearly So Dangerous As Stagnation And Dry Rot. From Grooves, Cliques, Clichés And Resignation - Good Lord Deliver Us!

I Advise Nobody To Drown Sorrow In Cocoa. It Is Bad For The Figure And It Does Not Alleviate The Sorrow.

Oh, Time Betrays Us. Time Is The Great Enemy.

Most Gay, Conversational, Careless, Lovely City ... Where One Drinks Golden Tokay Until One Feels Most Beautiful, And Warm And Loved - Oh, Budapesth!

Public Work Brings A Vicarious But Assured Sense Of Immortality. We May Be Poor, Weak, Timid, In Debt To Our Landlady, Bullied By Our Nieces, Stiff In The Joints, Shortsighted And Distressed; We Shall Perish, But The Cause Endures; The Cause Is Great.