Where Is There Beauty When You See

Life Is A Banquet, And Most Poor Suckers Are Starving To Death.

It Had Been An Enormous, Extraordinary, Outrageous Adventure. And It Was Deadly.

Success Is A Public Affair. Failure Is A Private Funeral.

My Mother Was Irish And She Was Superstitious, If You'll Forgive The Tautology.

Where Is There Beauty When You See Deprivation And Starvation?