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There Are Only Two Things Wrong With Money: Too Much Or Too Little.

The Less I Needed, The Better I Felt.

I Grow Tired Of 18th Century Moralities In A 20th Century Space-atomic Age

Love Is Kind Of Like When You See A Fog In The Morning, When You Wake Up Before The Sun Comes Out. It's Just A Little While, And Then It Burns Away... Love Is A Fog That Burns With The First Daylight Of Reality.

It's Not The Large Things That Send A Man To The Madhouse... No, It's The Continuing Series Of Small Tragedies... Not The Death Of His Love But The Shoelace That Snaps With No Time Left.