The Trouble With Life Is That There

A Man Is Not Old Until Regrets Take The Place Of Dreams.

A Man Must Pay The Fiddler. In My Case It So Happened That A Whole Symphony Orchestra Often Had To Be Subsidized.

Busy Yourselves With This, You Damned Walruses, While The Rest Of Use Proceed With The Libretto.

Why Is There So Much Month Left At The End Of The Money?

You Can Only Be As Good As You Dare To Be Bad.