It Would Be A Colorless World If

There Was Once A Hindu Sage, Who Sat Down On The Banks Of The Ganges And Thought For Seventy Years About The Millennium. Just As He Arrived At The Solution And Was Putting It Into Verse, A Mosquito Stung Him And He Forgot It Again At Once.

From 'the Lesson Of The Moth': And Before I Could Argue Him Out Of His Philosophy He Went And Immolated Himself On A Patent Cigar Lighter I Do Not Agree With Him Myself I Would Rather Have Half The Happiness And Twice The Longevity But At The Same Time I Wish There Was Something I Wanted As Badly As He Wanted To Fry Himself

Life's Too Damn Funny For Me To Explain.

We Pay For The Mistakes Of Our Ancestors, And It Seems Only Fair That They Should Leave Us The Money To Pay With.

What Man Calls Civilization Always Results In Deserts.