There Is Something About Poverty That Smells

The Sun, The Hero Of Every Day, The Impersonal Old Man That Beams As Brightly On Death As On Birth, Came Up Every Morning.

Distance Is The Only Cure For Certain Diseases.

It Seems To Me That Trying To Live Without Friends Is Like Milking A Bear To Get Cream For Your Morning Coffee. It Is A Whole Lot Of Trouble, And Then Not Worth Much After You Get It.

I Want A Busy Life, A Just Mind, And A Timely Death.

Affection Makes Your Spirit Slither Out From Its Concealing Spot.