Blood Will Tell, But Often It Tells

Middle Age Is The Time When A Man Is Always Thinking That In A Week Or Two He Will Feel As Good As Ever.

Between The Years Of Ninety-two And A Hundred And Two, However, We Shall Be The Ribald, Useless, Drunken, Outcast Person We Have Always Wished To Be. We Shall Have A Long White Beard And Long White Hair; We Shall Not Walk At All, But Recline In A Wheel Chair And Bellow For Alcoholic Beverages; In The Winter We Shall Sit Before The Fire With Our Feet In A Bucket Of Hot Water, A Decanter Of Corn Whiskey Near At Hand, And Write Ribald Songs Against Organized Society... We Look Forward To A Disreputable, Vigorous, Unhonoured, And Disorderly Old Age.

It Is Better To Be A Part Of Beauty For One Instant And Then Cease To Exist Than To Exist Forever And Never Be A Part Of Beauty

The Most Pleasant And Useful Persons Are Those Who Leave Some Of The Problems Of The Universe For God To Worry About.

An Idea Isn't Responsible For The People Who Believe In It.