We Consume Our Tomorrows Fretting About Our

The Belly (i.e. Necessity) Is The Teacher Of Art And The Liberal Bestower Of Wit.

Oh, What A Void There Is In Things.

The Belly Is The Giver Of Genius.

It Is Pleasing To Be Pointed At With The Finger And To Have It Said, "there Goes The Man." [lat., At Pulchrum Est Digito Monstrari Et Dicier His Est.]

We Consume Our Tomorrows Fretting About Our Yesterdays.