I May Say That I Think Greed

Still Falls The Rain - Dark As The World Of Man, Black As Our Loss - Blind As The Nineteen Hundred And Forty Nails Upon The Cross.

The Aim Of Flattery Is To Soothe And Encourage Us By Assuring Us Of The Truth Of An Opinion We Have Already Formed About Ourselves.

Good Taste Is The Worst Vice Ever Invented.

I Wish The Government Would Put A Tax On Pianos For The Incompetent.

I Have Often Wished I Had Time To Cultivate Modesty... But I Am Too Busy Thinking About Myself.