Change, Change,--we All Covet Change.

If It Wasn't For Me, I'd Do Brilliantly.

Most Anthologists Of Poetry Or Quotations Are Like Those Who Eat Cherries Or Oysters, First Picking The Best And Ending By Eating Everything.

It Is Children Only Who Enjoy The Present; Their Elders Either Live On The Memory Of The Past Or The Hope Of The Future.

We Leave Unmolested Those Who Set The Fire To The House, And Prosecute Those Who Sound The Alarm.

Nature Never Said To Me: Do Not Be Poor; Still Less Did She Say: Be Rich; Her Cry To Me Was Always: Be Independent.