By Myself Walking, To Myself Talking.

We Were Happier When We Were Poorer, But We Were Also Younger.

O Money, Money, How Blindly Thou Hast Been Worshipped, And How Stupidly Abused! Thou Are Health And Liberty And Strength, And He That Has Thee May Rattle His Pockets At The Foul Fiend!

The Cheerful Sabbath Bells, Wherever Heard, Strike Pleasant On The Sense, Most Like The Voice Of One, Who From The Far-off Hills Proclaims Tidings Of Good To Zion.

Do Not Fold, Spindle Or Mutilate.

Man Is A Gaming Animal.