A Painter Can Hang His Pictures, But

There Is A Strange And Mighty Race Of People Called The Americans Who Are Rapidly Becoming The Coldest In The World Because Of This Cruel, Man-eating Idol, Lucre.

The Earnings Of A Poet Could Be Reckoned By A Metaphysician Rather Than A Bookkeeper.

A Man Who Can Be Entertaining For A Full Day Will Be In His Grave By Night-fall.

When One Realizes That His Life Is Worthless He Either Commits Suicide Or Travels.

Perhaps Samuel Johnson Was A Great Man; He Was Certainly A Drumbling One.